Drinking the barren sensation around me
desolate, intense, uncontrollable
and beautiful.
The mass of confusion swirled, incessant
I wafted the smells of sinister feelings
and took in each ember that sizzled around my toes
Breathing was difficult
as the molten air burned my lungs.
But I got used to it.
Walking on this was no more walking on coals,
except coals were for kids,
for them to brag about, showing off their dirty hands and feet.
Adults lived in the sun,
performing a terrible balancing act,
so careful as to avoid falling off
and being lost and
forgotten
in eternity
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