Locked Inside the Metal Ball

She no longer was given the fire that fed her worries.

She harbored her anger outside among the pines, where she was met with kindness and wisdom.

She followed many roads to clear her mind but still stumbled over the tiniest of pebbles.

She went back and forth and fought with all devils she met.

They coiled and kissed her, blinding her by the warmth of their arms and tongues that licked her.

Once in an embrace, she realized all that was hidden was stored in a child’s closet of self destructive behavior.

So she put the knife away and buried it in a pot.


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