Steam Rising Only To Collapse
ice in the middle of the carpet
the melting is the healing
the steam rises in the exact place where you said you hate me
stewpot in the corner of the living room
the bubbling over is the tension
the steam creeps out and provides an interesting type of aromatherapy around the exact room where you expressed you desire for emancipation
person clutching an ailing heart
the tachycardia is the stressing
this time there is no steam, but there is a misty gloom that sucks the life out of a life....when you told me to go....
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014
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