Mystic Sunrise

Mystic sunrise eats up

the anguish feeding my

heart’s fire;yet, hot lava

pours through the pits of

my embodiment.

The burn it leaves behind

sits inside my gut, because

the gears won’t budge forward.

A part of me doesn’t want them

to.

I need this burn so I may be

sustained by it.

A sadness flows into broken

valves sanctioned by violent

repercussions tearing through

my walls.

(c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou,2016

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