Porcelain Boy
Porcelain boy,
Hammer in fist,
Building walls-
Cracking, his face twists.
So pretty, so alone.
Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes
"I am not worth it" he screams
His concrete ribcage contains
A monster of fire forged shame.
This phase in life,
Smoke is wrapping around his face
Porcelain is hardening-
Porcelain is stained.
Repair, remind, revisit
Heal, hell, high.
No pain stains my lips
When I scream your name
Only honor
To say it, to know it
To love you.
He tries.
I know, he tries.
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