30 Day Picture Prompt Challenge

Actualization

People say I look
like Primrose Everdeen,
I know I look like me.
Can you, dare you
look beneath the mask?
Appearances can be deceiving.
Sure, I can look tough
-- when I need to.
Or I can look vulnerable
-- when I want to.
But you cannot see
inside of me.

When I write
electric sparks fly
from severed wires.
The nameless 'they' do not see
or don't bother
to look
past sheer energy of my words
to the layers
of thoughts
beneath the surface verbiage.

As hammer hits superheated steel
reforming the inviolate,
lightning bug shards
of metal filings fly,
dance the glow-er dance behind me:
Word spirals leaving light tracks
to singe and burn.

Cool exterior belies molten stew.
I have a hardened shell --
to protect or deflect?
Depends upon the moment,
the degree
and you.

Long
before the hunger
I was prim,
meek, weak.
No longer.
Now,
I burn ice.





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