She called me a steel magnolia
My veins carry in them both wind and water
When frozen with fear, I become dry ice...
I'm untouchable by human hands.
A chilling dance of hypnotic smoke
With wrath, I boil.
A steaming kettle...
Spitting my poison...
Searing the skin of those who stand near.
The liquid soup of my soul is tender and giving.
Parts of my self are lost in the splash made by those who dive in to me
Shallowed by those who reach down with cupped hands to sip me.
Liters of myself lost to lovers, takers, vampires sucking me dry.
My wind blows eternal.
My breath
My life
I gasp for air until parched and raw.
Scratching, clawing at my lungs.
Be my pinwheel...
Be fed by this roaring rapid...
This hurricane that is me.
I can't compress myself any longer in this bottle of a body I reside in.
I am a force...
But powerless and scared.
Below the surface I am soft and clear
A drop of dew
And a gentle morning breeze
Whispering through and hanging upon the leaves of this steel magnolia.
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