wet floors,
and unwritten parchments,
carved from the unheard stories of warriors,
but now my tears flood the ground,
as I reignite what they destroyed,
make a home out of ashes,
in my eyes,
create forests out of my hands,
a rainforest now my body,
forgive me if I am disconnected
with superficiality,
but I fiend for the love that crawls through my veins,
spitting out like ants,
I give wholly,
like a broken trinket,
a river seems to be leaking through cracks,
forming what is a lake,
disjointed dam,
allowing onslaught of water,
drowning she awakens,
three eyes.
a three eyed lady,
wearing a glass dress,
shattering at feet,
isn’t she beautiful,
stepping over blood,
that drips like honeydew mist on backs,
melting.