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A Man on a Cliff

Milk and Honey Collection

I am a blocked volcanic crater
I burn my own skin
Going dry, going slim
Going all the way to him
I am the waiting siren
At the end of your swim.
 
I am the stone that kept you
On a cliff
You’d think you’d fall from a breeze,
Or a passing whiff—
But darling, not even a firestorm
Could unleash your tethered feet.
 
Suffocated in vain—
I prayed for the droplets of your rain
To slowly dissipate my heat
And cover me in mist
And all the feelings I missed.
 
The man of charcoal and ashes,
Still hanging on a cliff
Blind, deaf, and stiff.
 
Darling, the lavas are stepping closer
To burning you,
Burning me.

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