How cold the iron is

How cold the iron is
that sits upon my chest
heavy and unyielding
as if an iron vest

Within the chest a flower
it used to be in bloom
once it blossomed beautifully
but now there is no room

Flattened is the flower
the petals too are pressed
from this heavy, heavy iron
frozen on my chest.

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