Apple red cheeks sparkle
Drawing hands away from swords
Shading themselves from its glow
Dark corners of their hearts are illuminated by the glow of her teeth
Her eyes smile diligently as her lips
Luring foes to embrace each other
War chants turn to praise songs towards her
She walks by and metal strikes flesh
The soil floods and washes away peace in red

Sometimes the Moon is just
the Moon
Stars simply stars
They're just reliable objects
They just are
And birds are just birds
They're pretty
They fly
Often words are just words
They're witty
They lie
And colors are just granted
Sort of like you and I
Until each pretty petal
just withers and dies

She hears muffled cries of her children
The sight of her children’s pain is blurred
Her voice bubbles when she speaks
Her hands sink deeper when she attempts to help
Her sobriety only lasts for a blink of an eye.
Is she a mother?

His lungs are full when his children’s belly grow empty
His children are lost behind his toxic exhale
His presence robs his children’s pockets
His absence fills their hearts with misery
Is he a father?


Her scars don’t itch when soaked  in ***
But her children drown with them
His fears can’t grow behind the  vapour
But he himself can’t breath neither
Her dreams are shattered
His heart is weary
Their children are cut from their bruised hands

What was it?
What?
What made you leave?
I thought I made you happy
Did I make you feel inferior?
I gave you an ear on everything
I know
Then why?
Did I drown you instead of shower you with love?
You were the sun in my day
And that’s bad?
You burned me and made me wither
You were the stars and moon in dark times
But you kept not the ghosts away
Should I have left you in darkness?
Maybe, maybe then I wouldn’t have seen the ghosts
Am I the ghost which haunts you?
You are the tomorrow that I want not my past to live
Allow me to sleep with my demons
So I may wake tomorrow to see you