I love the way that you touch me.
My mind and body buoyed to the sea
Tethered to the anchor of forbidden fruit.
We are at a standstill and I’m ready for the scenic route
Listen to the sound of the music playing in the background.
Ready to take a leap.
Inside I’m rotting,
Water seeping into the crevices.
Growing spores on the source of forced breaths.
Cracking at the root
Afraid to take a step
I refuse to go anywhere without you.
And so I stand, where I’ve been placed for centuries
Withstanding the chaos of fire, water, and man
Nothing shall faze me.
A wall of steel is what I shall be.
A mere scratch on the surface.
A warrior in the forest of havoc.
Nicole Johnson 
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