The Nights spin Silk,
Spiderwebs across my Eyes,
make me See Unclearly,
Momentarily,
Makes me see Blurry ,
for sometimes Love Clouds my Judgement,
The Silk that is Spun across hearts,
the One that Flirts in Joy of Love,
But it is Love that brings me Back,
The Devotion of Self,
The Devotion to Child Me,
The One who Suffered at the hands of the Most Hurtful,
The One whose Scars have remained marked across my Days,
I don’t even have to forget,
For my Body Remembers,
I Step away For Her,
I tell Her Never Again,
my Peace was disturbed Again,
and I wonder what Cruelty lives in the hearts of these People,
who Play with Love,
as if Dice,
As if a Game,
whose words burn like dry-ice,
Smoking up the place,
Leaving a memory,
An Illusion,
Smoking mirrors,
Upon Obsidian that only shows me where I am cut,
Where I still have to heal