Eternal Magnet

Shards of iron, sharp and small
Come fly towards me, one and all

So I hold them in my heart
As a shelter and a magnet
Like a liver stuffed with gin
Unable to purge the tragic

But who will heal the healer's open wound?
To build the builder's dusty tomb?
An iron shackle on a prisoner
All the links look so similar

After endless years of shielding them
And harming those who would listen
An endless stream of iron and rust
Come and grip it now; my effigy of the just

Vent your trauma and don't hold back
I can hear what your story lacks

A receptacle of sin
From yourself and another
Throw it all upon the pile
And let me serve as your mother

So shove a rusty knife into this wound
Tear it wide and let it bloom
Plant your bleeding seeds inside of me
Take a nap under the resulting tree

Chop it down when you awake
I'm your soil, so go and take
And when all seems fine and you're pain free
Go and salt the earth so nothing grows from me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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