Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger
And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land
Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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Stripped of her coverings
She began the change
From human form
To something strange
And only the darkness
Knew what she hid
For morphing into magma
Was completely forbid
Even on her planet
Transforming wasn’t allowed
And creatures like her
Had to wear a shroud
She felt euphoric
Whenever she transfigured
Leaving behind a body
Which was mutated and disfigured
The shadows always accepted
Her forbidden altered state
In the depths of the fiery furnace
Where all her demons would silently wait
And so she embraced the feel
Of those eager and intense flames
And now only a fragment
Of her original life-force remains
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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