The door opened
dropping me to the place
     where we first met.

It started with this— 
a wandering soul walking 
in the lobby of a peculiar building

And there’s a lift waiting
       for someone to come in.
                 You let me stay.

I never wonder why
the lights are strangely dim
or why the numbers on the wall did not cease to go on and off.


An eerie silence filled the space
           between us; from where I am
               and where I wanted to be.


My eyes— they are unblinking
                      as I venture towards
                             your lowest of lows,


But you are unwilling,
  for one peek could distort
       your forbidding soul.


So you brought me back
to the floor you let me in—
Strangers; metal walls around yourself.


I pressed the button more than once
               thinking that it will come faster.
           But it can’t be opened. You won’t.


So, for the last time
I close my eyes and feel
the cold barriers surrounding your heart.

i am in the middle
of a storm, a war
broke out
between my flesh and soul

Huge waves
break, pull me in
drown me in my failings
and fears

water fills
my lungs
eyes
sore
from the ocean
or from the tear-
flooded days
and nights

i don’t know which
is which or where
it hurts or why
i am feeling
this way
or how could i survive
this squall

all i can see
is darkness in the bottom
of the ocean where your memories
lie, together with all the broken
promises and hearts

After Aodhan King and Joel Davies' Sinking Deep*



Rising tide washes over
as the current pulls you deeper
toward the disarray
of the trench’s bottom
where they lie—-
the wreckage of vessels and barges. Fleets of battleships.
And the sea monsters that reside
just lurking around the corner.

The sweet taste of air—
already forgotten as the sea water
floods inside,
filling every fissure,
saturating everything.

You watch the current take away
pieces of you—- parts
you thought you cannot live without.


You finally decided to let go.



You are drowning.

No—

You are being cleansed.

Nobody likes to feel
the pain of losing
someone nor the agony
of remembering how everything
used to be

Nobody likes to hear the sound
of your heart
breaking
nor the soundless scream you make
as you cry
in the night

Nobody likes the smell
of the bridge
burning
nor the smoke
from the house, that’s slowly
turning down
to ashes

Nobody likes the taste
of the blood
coming from your mouth
nor the defeat from something
you desperately fought
so hard

Nobody likes to see
your flaws and imperfections
no matter how they promise
they’ll love you the same
so, you carefully tuck them
under the beds
together with the demons you hide
to save the people you love
from horror.