Blue RhinoA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
Blue rhino propane
exchange, a metaphor for a life shortly lived. Hooked to a machine that keeps the human race fed and alive longer. Or maybe not that, propane and butane flames near suffocation point. But, the blue is not the color of flame, but the color of breath death. Snuffed out instantly yet at an erosive pace, by geology. Lungs are not the main target here since other parts can malfunction too. Little beans ridding the tissues of bad compounds, keeping the blood clean. They break and the child is hooked to a metal wheel inside a steel box. At the same time, her auditory senses may be fractured or frayed. A plethora of horrors can befall a child of premature type. How they long to see that bundle of joy become a snarky youngster. How they long to see her become a firecracker, bombshell and spitfire. Life is short and hard, an inkling of a twinkling on this long timeline. Oxygen forced through to keep the blue flame going in an ice cavern. To melt the red ice, it must be fed or the child becomes like red ice. Just another tank placed back on the rack waiting for another fill. She is a rhino, tough as nails and made of fire, one hot, rosy flame. © 2012 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on April 13, 2012 Last Updated on April 13, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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