a jumble of words [poetry]

chemical reaction

five irons press heat to my face simultaneously,
thus creating a burning sensation
causing my body to tear at the joints
joints that use their sharpened edges
as a defense mechanism.

my hands erupt with ice, and lace my thin wrists
with the defined shape of handcuffs
promising me a life sentence of detachment
and as i feel my face grow further from my swollen hands
i combine the two,
forming a product rooting from a chemical reaction
as atoms stitch back together
to make my distressed body feel as one,
one result of a balanced chemical equation.

- k.p.