On my way home.

On my way home…

I met a woman called flame,
her skin burnt and sizzled
as her fiery eye raged.

I met a boy called snow,
his eyes glittered like a thousand suns
whilst his frozen hands burnt my skin.

I met a man called steel,
his skin rusted as the year
went on and his voice croaked
like an old elevator shaft.

I met a girl called frost,
Sobbed tears of ice and
almost froze herself in sadness
like an ice sculpture.

I met woman called vapour,
her skin glowed red with anger
as she let out a menacing scream.

I met a man called emerald,
he shon like a thousand suns
as his jagged skin scraped the
side of the wall.

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