Molten lead
heavy and hot as hurt
swirls beneath my calm
facade
slowly filling each hole
til i am whole.
But not.
Harsh words
intended for no ear to hear
but mine
threaten to slide through
the walls
out the hairline cracks
that cannot be filled.
Spinning slowly
a world all alone on its axis
the only thing
visible
is a distant star
to far to be
any use.
The heat
leaches from the lead
drawn by the force of
the tears
streaming
down my face.
Writing won't work anymore.
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