This Heat

Were it that I could release this dagger

Wrought from the fire of your words

From my chest I would live

Yet live less alive and more mortal.

I leave this still glowing dirk

Deep within me for I fear the coldness

That would follow in its place.

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Melissa Rives's picture

This sounds painful...very powerful images it evokes. Well written with so few words!