wax & string

hot. hot wax. burns it all away.

i barely even flinch anymore.

it's all new. White. Pink.

a cooling touch of Green.

each stroke of Brown. an angry claw.

we dream of change forever.

two strings. they tug tug tug.

the pain is relaxing. a sting. a pulse.

it's all new. White. Pink.

a cooling touch of Green.

Change. it's never permanent.

yet i can pull out my whole face.

i feel like everything.

and absolutely nothing.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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