poetry

Solo

Thumbs, like canyons, of callous skin
Valleys with blood rivers that run within
Fingernail islands surrounded by swells
Of flaming crimson with stories to tell

Emotional manipulator with an acid tongue
Serpent slayed by words that stung
A mountain of thoughts, trapped in a teacup
The nauseating confusion of a pending breakup

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