Untitled Poem by Victoria Lam

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Guarded is the heart,
when tenderness touches the surface,
as water sizzles as it burns.

Bursting into a thousand atoms,
and molecules that whip
through the air like the slap of a belt.

But as the vapor reaches desperately
towards the atmosphere,
invisible fingers of tearful heat licking up,
its melody hisses raw, like freedom.

Dancing with the particles that adorn your face,
caressing the sorrow,
washing away the fresh tears that
fall over the flames.

She is reborn,
from the pain that once engulfed her.

Sunday, November 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: self
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