I disintegrate your expressions:
your nonchalant eyes, your pupils that
shine, perpetually, with a crystallized,
inexplicable anger—and your
dignified nose, freefalling
past your thin lips, trembling and
crumbling, and finally, flakes of your
Caribbean beach-tanned skin, shafts of
light that nobody can fight.
You are a burning paper mache;
pieces of you, caught in the iridescent
flickers, fly reluctantly into the
centre of my hand, forming into a
sun-blanched axe, which I then hold,
my fingers turning white. I shall
penetrate you with your own defiance,
shatter your diamond armour that blinds
anyone who tries to be near. I shall
dive into your ribcage and seize that
chainlocked heart, send the arrows of my
flaming love through and through
and through until I reach that barren,
destitute chamber of secrets, secrets
hidden in the origami of your soul, where
truth is carefully tugged under the wings
of a flightless crane and hope is buried
deep inside the curves of a dying rose.
And ruthlessly, I look into your eyes and
seize your beating paper heart
and I take hold, I unfold.
Omgomgomgomg it’s 9:41 and I still haven’t read Spencer yet $*@#&)$*#&$*)&@# I’M GONNA DIE and I just ate 9 golden oreo cookies dipped in milk which were yum–no. FAT. FAT IS WHAT THEY ARE. PURE FAT. With 4% iron…that’s as healthy as it goes. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Anyway. Sorry for ruining the mood. I haven’t been able to write poetry these days because of school…I wish I have more time 😦 if only we have 30-hour days. That will make my life so much easier. How did we decide on the 24 hour per day and 7 days per week thingy again? We should totally revolt and start a new calender. Ha!
And I want more of those cookies…darn it, Kim. Stop being a slave to your tummy. D: