There once was a boy
with hell in his heart
and fire in his eyes
who met a girl
with an ocean in her stomach
and broken glass in her hands.
The boy cried out in agony
but insisted he didn't need help
to anyone who tried.
The girl followed
the sound of the cries
to a dark ally way
where she found the boy
clutching his chest
and shielding his eyes.
She knelt down and asked softly,
"what's wrong?"
He said,
"Demons are fighting in my chest
and my eyes burn
from the nightmares in my head."
She asked him to move his hands
away from his eyes.
He listened
and as he did she gasped
at the flames growing in his irises.
She reached down in her stomach
and pulled water from the ocean.
She told him to stay still
because she didn't want to hurt him from the glass in her hands.
She put out the fire,
burning herself on her arm
but he could see again.
More specifically,
he could see the cuts on her face
and the glass in her hands.
He asked how it happened.
And she said simply,
"from the nightmares in my head."
He held her hands gently
and started to pull
a shard out of her hand.
She winced and jerked her hand
and accidentally nicked him in the arm.
She started to apologize
but he saw what he did to her arm
and said they were even.
He finished pulling the shards out.
She could finally touch things.
More specifically,
she could finally touch him.
She could hug him
and tell him she'd be there
when he needed the flames put out
and the demons tamed in his heart.
He promised to pull the glass out
no matter how many times she cut him and left scars.
They didn't know how much
they could do for each other
but they knew they understood one another
and would do what ever they could for each other.
The introduced themselves.
Their names both started with C.
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Paper Cut Poems
DiversosThe poems I write. They are mix-matched like regular poetry books. Like "The collection of Edgar Alan Poe" or Jack Frost. So I guess you could say it's "The Collection of CeCe Metcalf" Hope you enjoy.