I am a firebreather who has lost her breath. A burning spirit stranded on a storm, my blood runs with mercury that tries to rise despite the cold that weighs me down. I am a lover, one who at least prays for anything that would calm the wind in me, like how a wife waits helplessly for her husband during a war. My song wails my grief, my anger, my laughter, yet there is no music made. My hands refuse to hold, and yet my voice sings for affection. I am by default an empty shell that seeks to shelter the homeless, yet on the lookout for thieves just the same.
I'm all ears.
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