Metal Rusting

Rusting and growing weaker

Rust tastes so bitter against a silver tongue 

Lungs filled heavy with thick platinum, strung out 

Across the floor and its comfortable feel

Stay still, silent, strong, and calm, stronger than steel 

All that glitters is not gold, roll over on my stomach 

So I can stop thinking about the feeling, sick 

Of the rusting of my metal being.

Author's Note

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