Catharsis (II)

I touch my finger to the flame,
confronting searing heat and rending pain;
a splintered soul trying to heal itself.
Molten lava, difficult to hold,
charred hands, the lesser of two evils.
To break a dam, or to lose one’s mind;
what choice is that? I have none at all, for
Shadows lurk and embers simmer still.

About Gabrielle Burns

I am a Jamaican at play here in this vast playground in cyberspace....Yes, at times I do like to live dangerously, but I AM also working hard at becoming more interesting by the day... :)
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One Response to Catharsis (II)

  1. on catharsis 2…TO BIND CATHARTIC BEHAVIOR FROM A FETISH. tk u mlj lv nv

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