When bitterness taints the edges of my humour,
When the barbed banter becomes insulting sooner,
And when compliments are just far too new,
You might catch me exposing something true.
A place that smolders like scorching hot coal,
And a heat that threatens to burn out this black hole.
Yet a cold conviction sears like ice beneath embers,
And blocked throat is always screaming but still never surrenders.
Here she lies within, preserved statue does not falter,
Frozen as a catacomb, but blinking eyes betray her shelter.
But as softness falls away, the skin sloughing from bone,
Pain is held like a trophy revealing a core carved of stone
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