Turned Out Trimeric
I started flirting with fire,
so intoxicated by incense.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
these shoes demand I dance.
So intoxicated by incense,
breath snuffed and passed.
Eradicated with your graze.
This heart’s hell on wheels,
receiving that standing ovation.
A core memory for my mantle.
These shoes demand I dance,
succumb to bared emotion.
My body and soul turned out.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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