A heart covered in tar
Forming a barrier over the scars
Every racing beat like getting hit by a car. Fevered by anguish, she crashed... into the iceberg.
He pulled her temperature, melding it to his own. Making her lukewarm and providing a frozen calm she had never known.
The tar hardens and he chips it away.
Melting into running water, he seeps into her scars.
Oh! He stings as he makes her swell.
Her tired heart beats with renewed strength so she goes on to defeat another day.
But she claws at the darkness in her mind.
He retreats and regroups to tackle the new enemy.
"No," she cries, knowing the destruction her darkness brings.
She knows she must be her own Prince Charming.
For the rest of her life, she conquers her own mind.
Letting her SuperMan save the world instead.
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Midnight Poetry
PoetryThe ghosts of my past like to gift me poetry. A tribute to my time on this plane of existence.