Metal

Metal, cold against my skin

Onto this cold lifeless metal

I hold, afraid I’ll fall away.

Drifting through purple sky’s

With green grass below

And rainbow wings to fly

As this cold metal pulls me down

Stretching my body

Flat and shiny I become cold and lifeless

I break away from the metal

At last I reform

My body loosens

Becoming warm

Realizing to late; without my metal I fall faster.

Gaining speed I cling to purple sky

Grasp as dissolving rainbow wings

And smash like glass on the warm and wet grass

I am powder now

Swept up in the wind,

To land on cold shiny metal.