Solid Metal
pain is (painting) framed in shame,
unaware of her own name-
i keep mentioning 'it's burning it's stinging'-
this art dripping from my heart
[lacerated] [penetrated]
eye see your spiritsoul torn,
(open box filled with coal)
how many pieces make a-
whole lot has been happening,
in & out of my mind
searching thru tangled vines just
asking the time [in the last place i look i shall]
find you're stooped to my level
i'm so dishevelled under everything
soft is solid metal- i'd much hate to be
the last petal
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