Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I step out of the fire

I step out of the fire
Half my face has melted off
I hurt
A recurring abuse
It has been for a long time
I can’t remember when the fire was an ally
Or if at all
But that means nothing
When I step out of the fire
You are water
Water with soft hands and a
Speech impediment
You’re funny
You kiss too
Despite my face
It feels so refreshing
Your tongue
To be loved
Without words
Is the purest.

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