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poem - plastic Category: Poems
I feel like I am melting, plastic, the corners of my soul turning black, shrivelling up, falling off. I am a wax candle, already soft. When the flame is held to me I begin to crumble. You are: solid, fragile. An ice cube on the concrete of a hot day. Now a liquid, now useless. You can only melt if you are weak but I cannot be any stronger. It is in every molecule of my body; I must die under heat.
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