The image is the original poem I wrote. Written here is the new version made specifically for Vocal.
Handprints on my eyes
A tear in the skies
Slow burning and stinging
Such a familiar feeling
Lavaflow burning my legs
Pulling me down, it begs
Black and white noise and needles
Scratching and stretching my coil
A single face etched in mind
My skin covered in boiling oil as I think of the void below me
Ready to set me back up just to fall in again
I'm set up once more
this time a new door
I brace for the impact,
not ready to fall again
wondering just exactly when;
Did I sign a different pact?
A hand reaches out, it begs;
About the Creator
June
I'm here to get better and to be human. I want to fail and learn and get better and become a stronger human and writer because of it. It will be mostly poems until my book is done. After that, who knows?
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