Pencils

The orange pencil traces
the fireworks     arcing
through my chest cavity
The chocolate pencil follows the warp
of the girders’ structure
keeping my skin from collapsing
my lungs
because the silver-blue pencil of my skin
is sparking like an electric unicorn

Don’t touch me – I am a pencil
not finished drawing

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3 thoughts on “Pencils

  1. There’s some child-like spirit to this poem, I love it lol, the last stanza “Don’t touch me” seems forceful, and the last line “not finished drawing” makes it seem less aggressive with a beautiful message behind it. Amazing job.

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