and in the end,
what was left in this burial?
who’s truth came fourth?
and why is my Body still Bleeding?
Talking of the poison that’s been leaked into Me,
stung from scorpions unexpected,
alike and foreign,
bites in all the wrong crevasses,
marked even the fragile of skins,
my heart softened in its cotton,
thought I could navigate the Fire of stupidity,
a misunderstanding I thought,
Maybe he was scared to speak, I thought,
My hands sifting through Soil and Flowers,
on the earth I was preparing the coffin for,
The coffin I was unwilling to put under Ground,
Forgiveness in Fertility,
roots enveloped in the scent of my understanding and jasmine,
because was Love not Enough?
was it all a Lie?
Preparing to put an end to the Burning,
to put out the candle of Hurt, that kept dripping it’s Wax onto my Eyes,
My eyelashes are stuck,
Would never have expected To be Spat at like this,
Not from my fellow friend, who’d shared with Me,
Not When we had nowhere else to Go?
burnt in the home of love,
where love was proclaimed as ritual,
and now,
What does he have to Speak for?
Mouth that I still Protect,
As if Child,
because I will not succumb my Experience,
To what you have broken my Hands with, at the End,
This Pottery, that has left my Bones in a Mess,
You cracked my Skeleton,
And I’m still calling Back my Blood,
I must be Mad,
Bone Woman,
Delusional.