Molten

With pure silk curves, wrapped in a rose, Loosely sharing her neck, Those ripples of love along her hard heart, Her round and vivid perfect, She was loved with a wine, she swam in the light, She danced with a flickering flame, ‘Til she slept with the fire in burning hot coals, That’s when she slowly became, Broken and frail, a unique beautiful, Warped to having no worth, Warped, worn, contorted, not belonging to here, She became at one with the Earth, Now she lies on the ground, forgotten alone, Beauty is now in the past, She’s the rock solid ooze of once beautiful, She’s a molten down bottle of glass.