I am alchemical
for you have transformed me.
The gold woven through your spirit
ignited a fire in me
and from those ashes I arose renewed.
A phoenix nesting in my private paradise.
Blessings bestowed upon me by your magic,
distilling my soul into its various pieces
and weaving them back together with your golden threads.
The smell of sulfur reminds me of the fire within,
and my blood is the elixir for a life I shall truly live.
This poem was written after seeing Dove Cameron live at the Masonic Lodge at Hollywood Forever. Thank you to my little muse
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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This was so profound and powerful! I loved it