The sun blazes hot within my head
Shooting stars pummel my heart
Fire smolders the bright, hazel eyes and hot stars
The earth shakes with my trembling fingers
The ocean of hot metals at Mother's core
I feel my stomach churning the lunch I forced myself to eat
Thunder crashes like the loud Skillet music in my ears
The skies pour down rain like the obstinant tears on my cheeks
Sharp, jaded mountain peaks scrape the altitude so high
Like my fingernails scratching
My spirit's all-ready shredded insides
I wait for the crimson dawn, the one sight my eyes do not long
Submitted: July 05, 2013
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