Monster Mine

You were a friend once,
though I remember not when

You, the heart within a stone
not warmed by any star

Or grace

You were
the monster under my bed

You were
The smoke as it rose
The dance of battle reflected by flame

As brick flakes and crumbles
under the dragons’ fire
in cobwebbed corners of my mind

You were the doors flying open
when I had run out of crime

The pale hands on my heart
that keep it beating

The zippo caught and flared, a crime
that took my breath
but kept me breathing

I search for a faint flutter
for even a trace
to prove I am alive

That you are not all we are

That somewhere, I may still linger
without having become you.

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