Inanimate Object (I.E. Me) Poem by Johnny Monroe

Inanimate Object (I.E. Me)



I am inanimate.
My face is diamond, beautiful but cold.
My smile is hidden behind cement lips.
I have eyes of steel
Planted into my quartz body.
Icy cold glass is stuck into my ribcage
where my ruby heart use to lie.
Lava flows throughout my veins.
I am inanimate.

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