I am broken. Ground. Scattered.
I float in little pieces, each in a world of its own, each thinking a different thought, scared , confused.
I hear a thousand or more screams, I don’t know how many of me are out there, the screams rising out like the fiery orange flames of the fire.
I am the fire, in the fire, and I see the snakes dancing licking the fire, tearing their tongues apart.
I cry out, nonononono, I am the snake and you are my stone, and I am the one with the broken skull.
that is the problem when a snake is fooled into guarding a stone instead of ruby
vattaayo??
I have a poetic heart.. he he..
which expresses itself in prose…:P