Rusted Through

The barriers of iron have created a daze.

Sharp against my skin.

Broken fragments of nails cross.

Wilted to death.

Merging with soot.

Nod your head.

Flakes splintered in the rust.

Blotch the flared Earth.

Washed through the holes.

Molted layers converge.

Pieces of my imagination get stuck in the rush.

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