Graphite

A poem about a mineral man, trapped by only himself

Rachel Ramkaran (she/her)
Jun 7 · 1 min read
A yellow and black pencil is pressed against paper and the tip of it has just snapped under the pressure.
A broken pencil; licensed from ex_flow, Adobe Stock

He made himself into graphite,
a crumbling thing
Mere sheets of a man
trapping too much air
to withstand pressure
but how he could take the heat
Temperature rising,
electricity bolting
as he flaked away into
tomes of words,
which finally burned
Flames fanned were
the constant rage of a man
who, in the end, was
insoluble
yet
erasable