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We Live in Denial
In blackest halls, a phosphorescent light
Shines forth from darkest depths, a honey glow.
Enraged, ignited, I now blinding bright,
A magma burning, pyroclastic flow,
Torching golden beams to desolation.
Enveloping destruction, ash I leave
Until it’s done, my wounded heart’s cremation.
Now hushed to ember, my healing reprieve.
Returned to dormancy I hear it more,
The walls that groan after each explosion:
A leaning ceiling, tilting walls to prove
The damage I cause from each eruption.
Like cherry blossom rain the charred wood falls
Death I see, but I? Safe in blackest halls.
Copyright ©
Alice Reynolds
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