Schajara

My soul caught fire, and pain was glacial. I burned my heart down and covered it with frost. I exhaled the specters dwelling in every edge and corner of this dungeon. They whispered, “the future is unwritten.” I gathered the ashes. On these walls I engraved eternal love that they have never known. *** Perhaps outside these invisible walls, a future had your name in it, a future we could write. *** But you were a different kind of fire, Orchestrating the unborn, igniting life in a barren land, letting it pour. In a place where roses die, your flower buds sprouted from sand. *** The distance was bruised and bloo

I am insular, languid, frozen in time, wavering in prostration. The space between your eyes; the void; a universe; that drank me. The elegy I sang; the house I painted; a deathbed. How to be lonely in a crowded room; how to destroy something beautiful; how to drown in a chain of disappearance. And I said. If I take leave, please understand that I tried my best to stay. But the water. It was the water. By the hand, she led me to the water with stones in her pockets. Hero followed Leander; a bird without wings; boneless feather; and I was flying. My cadaverous breath took it all in until water was me. The unyielding waves surrounding my pa