My hands are adorned
by gloves constructed
from the warmth of life itself.
The California Sun
of asphalt mirages
beating down and
bronzing skin and
sucking the earth dry.
The rage
of generations
of injustice
changing the heart
into a seed
that is slowly cracking.
Letting rage
spew out
like lava.
The racing
from the crystal snow
to the piping hot
brown cocoa
splashing slowly down the throat
and brightening up the soul.
The almighty,
Satan scorching,
fires from hell.
Turning bodies
into wax museums
of dripping, faceless figures.
The red cheeked,
shy smile,
averted eyes blush.
From the next door neighbor
peeking out their door.
My gloves are woven from the threads of the world
hours of happiness
and snapshots of suffering.
baking my blood
and thawing my bones.
by gloves constructed
from the warmth of life itself.
The California Sun
of asphalt mirages
beating down and
bronzing skin and
sucking the earth dry.
The rage
of generations
of injustice
changing the heart
into a seed
that is slowly cracking.
Letting rage
spew out
like lava.
The racing
from the crystal snow
to the piping hot
brown cocoa
splashing slowly down the throat
and brightening up the soul.
The almighty,
Satan scorching,
fires from hell.
Turning bodies
into wax museums
of dripping, faceless figures.
The red cheeked,
shy smile,
averted eyes blush.
From the next door neighbor
peeking out their door.
My gloves are woven from the threads of the world
hours of happiness
and snapshots of suffering.
baking my blood
and thawing my bones.
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