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my past is a dark
ominous cave
that i mine
full of barbed wire
broken glass
rusty metal and
unexploded landmines
i tiptoe carefully
barefoot
in tattered rags
through this
treacherous
place
my pain
my rage
becomes the scorching fire
i use to transmute
these dangerous objects
into gem-shaped words
that bury deep into your
consciousness
black diamonds
and rubies
with edges sharp enough
to draw blood
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
You have alchemically transmuted your words into a beautiful poem. Wonderful.
Thank you!
Lovely and powerful of course!
Thank you Aurora!
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