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fireball

  • madams
  • Dec 16, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Nov 15, 2022





I want to think nothing

But I want to venture deep



Into caverns in my brain

That I have yet to reach



I long to be a mountain

Ever grounded in the gust

But I'd love to be a strand of hair

Weighed down by flecks of dust



I want to stamp a foot down

And feel my Earth go still

But I love the lava that spits and swirls

When I sacrifice my will



I want to make a panic

Long to generate a fireball

But I'll hold my breath and tighten my chest

Pretend I'm not here at all



No bundle of words

Satisfies the Empire

It seeps into my bones

And I feel it rising higher



I feel the vines snake around me

They burrow and they scratch

They make a home for them to roam



And I realise

I've met my match




by lina


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