Molten motive
sear to steer
a stream of liquid
heat cascading
clandestine
waxfall
trickling down
stops in its tracks
motionless
moltenless
rigid on
frigid path
candle
catatonia.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough. ❤️
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Comments (2)
This was so good! I read it in my head as some witch's rite or a curse, it flows perfectly.
Lol I feel like eating that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Loved your poem!