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Let it roar

| Thursday, March 21, 2019

Let it roar.

The fire within me burns.

It is alive and breathing

It flickers, feeding of the gray and heavy air.

 

It grows in my lungs

My veins reaching out, gasping for air.

They contract and constrict with every flicker

Yelling out.

 

It spreads upwards, up my trachea.

You see, it is sneaky, the fire.

It creeps behind and into my heart.

Takes my dainty heart within its hot, red hands.

 

My heart burns, aching and quivering,

Like a child in the hands of their abuser.

The fire rips my heart out, discards it

As if my heart is weightless … worthless … lifeless.

 

I’m lifeless.

My heart can no longer palpitate. It shrivels

And piece by piece, tissue by tissue,

Sheds off the debris.

 

The fire roars

Still with hunger for my life, my happiness.

It’s taken my heart

What else could it take?

 

It creeps back into my head.

Dancing its way into my ear

And it continues to dance its red dance

As it molests my mind.

 

My mind.

The last living piece of me.

The only part of me that keeps me sane.

All I have, now it is all I have.

 

But with just one spark,

One flicker, one droplet,

Of the gray and heavy air

And it gives in, my heart gives in.

 

I give in.

 

Contact Odalis Gonzalez at [email protected]

The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of Show Some Skin as an organization.

The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer.

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