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Body Possession
Twisted and taunted,
I stood in the wintry path where
sparkling silver slivers of mercury
searched for their brethren
to merge as one.
Colder than my path, a clammy cold
from the nitrous night, crept through as winter winds
coming from the chill of the grave,
and blasted me with icy shards, scraping at my bones
and freezing my soul.
Its harshness racked me as balls in a triangle –
trapped with no escape but for the staff
on the muted shape at my side.
The chill soon left my body as I was filled with the heat
of a thousand flames that rose intensely blue, not quite white-hot.
As the flames moved toward the now fiery shape
beside me, they drew me through and pushed my heated blood
throughout my body and the sinister shape smirked
as it swept into me as charged lightening, the flames
now indigo-violet.
My mind burned and turned to blackness as dark as
the edge of the universe.
It filled my bones with molten lead and turned my blood
to a roaring, raging volcanic lava flow.
I bent, not knowing what to do, not caring,
no longer feeling or thinking.
A tiny smoldering snowflake flickered red inside me
and quickly faded into hot intensity.
I was anyone, anything, other than myself –
lost and guided by the entity now residing within.
Copyright ©
Linda Alice Fowler
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