Words that burn people, are the words that come out my mouth.
Words that inflame people, are the words that are embraced by me.
Words that dig holes through their skins, give my skin a hint of golden shades mixed with brown.
Them. Me.
There. Here.
Above. Below.
Aside. Behind.
Answers. Questions?
The opposite. Me.
Why?
Questions flowing out of my mind and mouth. They manage to touch the skin of the disturbed
and disillusioned. They manage to penetrate their minds and thoughts.
These questions built with burning words.
But they feel pity for them. Them; the opposite of me. Pity for them because of their
beaming skin, aching heart and well sculptured arms & legs.
As they manage to sway around them in spirals, as they enjoin them and as they
manage to rip off their limbs, as an admiration for the reciprocated love,
they lose their essence and meaning.
Their meaning of the inflamed words originating from my once touched and kissed mouth. My lips
that shared the act of love with.....him.
They pity him & them, these words of mine.
But they aren't determined to tear him apart,
but instead, they give him a jar made of clay.
He held it in his hands; the hands that once made my body ache with elation.
His movements suggested that he thought of it as something fragile.
He came towards me.
Before. After.
With his head lowered and spine bent.
He held the jar under my chin & waited for next February to come.
He waited for my salty, liquid diamonds.
I could make sunset come and sunrise as well.
But making him want me by the heart, instead by the hand, was out of my power.
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Date of birth:
28th April 2010
black panther
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