my past is a dark
ominous cave
that i mine
full of barbed wire
broken glass
rusty metal and
unexploded landmines
i tiptoe carefully
barefoot
in tattered rags
through this
treacherous
place
my pain
my rage
becomes the scorching fire
i use to transmute
these dangerous objects
into gem-shaped words
that bury deep into your
consciousness
black diamonds
and rubies
with edges sharp enough
to draw blood
Brave & Reckless 
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I’m so glad!
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I set them aside
these jewels that glitter
through crimson facets
orange sparks
dance upon their visceral surface
by the torchlight of hope
I look them over
appraise their worth
to the apothecary
who might accept them
for a drop of crushed elixir
to dull the pain
of their passing
Amazing, Christine. Simply Amazing. One of my favorites. ❤
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Love the response Eric! Reminds me that we should write together again
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Indeed we should! I’m glad you enjoyed the spark you fostered! 😊
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Feel free to send something my way!
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Wonderfully profane!
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Thank you so much
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Reblogged this on Kindra M. Austin and commented:
Be brave and reckless with Christine. ❤
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Thank you for the share K-Love
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You’re so welcome! This piece is a whisper in the night. ❤
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Just amazing!
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Thank you A.G.!
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great poem!
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Thank you!
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The Alchemist, alchemical poetry
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