your confidence crashes against the low walls,
shaking them - an earthquake of ego.
fear stands still
it isolates against your icy touchtongues of fire attached to
your harshly pointed icicles
except, this one cannot alight
sparks and sparks but no fiery flame.
you dampen the tongues like you dampen the wallsthey cannot escape your wet touch
you discomfort and strike the strings that soldered it all together.unable of entering
your cold destroyed
a perfectly, able ocean.
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Bethany Louise Rose2014/15