weld (v).

Behold the hopeful, and listen well; 
deep inside their belly, tucked
behind bones' walls and salty skin
is a fire made of gilt that
keeps their spine fused upwards -
I dare you, try to crumble them. 

The hopeful they, maybe, 
taste only light
and are blind only to
the darkness that can feel
so heavy and near. 

Posted on August 2, 2017 and filed under the word project-.