Tangible to the touch..
Stinging my throat
with fierce lucidity.
I freeze,
and then melt into the Violet snow
where Jungle gym tactics
swing from ear to ear
I fear,
this is not the end-
When push comes to shove
the violent stare
left within the soul,
disintegrates.
Still left unnoticed.
Author notes
picture: http://scorpionentity.deviantart.com/art/In-love-with-Red-141747385
word: fuel
Umm.
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