Moving

It rings slow and steady,

Matching to my rocking.

A folded shelter forbidding the entry of you.

Blinking once-

Twice,

Blisters rub my skin,

Shed my bones,

And tear my fingernails to shreds.

Crippled into misery, 

I find myself dripping…

Farther–

I creeped through the doorway;

Looking over Mom’s shoulder to find my

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Each vine of life is

Frail and cradled by the lava of metal