cool plastic
held with precision
plastic like the face of life
glaring into my scull
searching past the thick layers
layers of bone and muscle
plastic like the faces of these girls around me
the girls that cut and paste
there faces made with there own hands
molding like clay
life is like this bic
the bic that flicks the fire
it sits in my pocket
hoping for a spark
the spark that could show me a new life
fire and ice
when I don't need it
this is where it sits
being silenced
being covered
untill finally
when I need it the most I take it out
and flick untill the life licks the air
it tests the cool crisp wind
dancing and wiggling
as the wind shapes around the heat
lighting my mind with new experiences
and new ideas
I cup my hands around the flame
and still it blazes
this is like one of the rare lives
being told to the breeze
flicking and licking
burning even in the dark
burning even when hidden by the world
not snuffed out even the slightest
when this life is not needed
when the flame isn't needed
I put it back in my pocket
the wait holding me down
so small
yet so heavy
life is a bic
a cool plastic bic
lighted when only needed
then snuffed out in the first sign of fear
so small
yet the more I use it the more I die inside
life is a bic
small
but deadly
Naomi~wingedfeature
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