a seething, roaring golden ocean pours out of my mouth
when i go to speak
between my teeth, magma and ichor erupt in clouds
inside i am a fire. inside i am alive, i care, i love
i love so hard my heart tears itself open, like an earthquake
inside me, a nuclear storm in the heart of a star
rages for ever
(burn the cold. set fire to the darkness.)
but my skin, thin as willow bark, soft as ashes
is black and cool, shimmering like charcoals
and when i move it breaks at the seams
sparks escape, bright against the abyss
from every crease and wrinkle
glory cannot be contained.
(faith without works is dead.)
–
About my character, Salix
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