Poetry Collection

A Plagued Battlefield

Frozen fingers,
Clutching at my ribs.
Broken step ladders,
Cradling my lungs.
Punctured sponges,
Soaking up the leaks.

Frost bitten smoke,
Lurking on my breath.
Flat sheets of steel,
Reflected in my eyes.
Cold shivers of ice,
Creeping through my skin.

I am an empty vessel,
Full of broken pieces.
A sack of scraps held together,
Piled to protect the black hole beneath the fragments.
A body fortified to keep the pain away,
Yet the demons lie within my empty cavities.

An armor I wear,
Though the battle wreaks havoc within.
A battleground,
Littered with infected wounds.
A demon in my mind,
A plague in my body.