Marshmallow
Who comes to claim this body,worn and tired,
bumps and swelling limbs, aching joints ?
But stillness dances inside
fresh as a child
nameless
ageless,
not concerned
that this marshmallow on a stick
Is headed for the fire.
A fire that blazes
hotter and brighter
than any marshmallow
ever could.
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