to touch the monster's soul
you must remember that
she is on fire
she never once believed an I love you
never felt anything but
doubt
confusion
anger
when you touch the monster
without protection she turns to dust
for she has never felt the hand of another
she asks do you love me
she holds flame to metal
slide away she whispers
for I am on fire
only
to
save
you
shh
let your silence keep you safe
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River Joy
I make things with paint and words and light. I was once described as an asshole with Mr. Rogers vibes.
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