Made of steel,
I have withstood
your darkness,
borne the blackened
traces of your hardened
words upon my soul,
have carried for you,
endured the weight
of your substance –
lack of substance –
this charred shell
all that remains,
tarnished metal
walls, contents
now empty.
(Daily Addictions daily prompt is scuttle)
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A gritty piece that pierces me. Great writing V.J 💗
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Thanks, Diana. Who knows what emerges with this odd prompts.
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Interesting. Reminds me a bit of aging with the emptiness being “letting go”.
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Yes…interesting. Could be.
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