Charm
the boy had fingertips made of pure white flames
back when the walls were closing in,
i was unrecognizable
my own skin had an elusive disguise
it was drenched in icewater
and nothing can get through a sheet of solid blackice
without a certain,
brilliance.
his rays of light omitted onto me is the type of beauty only pure luck enables
the type you cannot wash away,
engraved forever in the subconcious
he’ll leave his mark
and i will melt
because i was ice cold before him
but he turned me into his
lady iridescent,
bright,
and as warm as the sun.
This poem is about:
Me
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