I carved a wooden heart
just to see if it would
start. I etched veins
to see if it would pump.
In return the heart
stayed dry and cool
so I made a fire. It
bobbed in the flames
like undone charcoal.
It then turned to iron
and I the alchemist
was scared and scarred
by the sacred mess I'd made.
Friday, March 21, 2014
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