dogs eat at the night
buried in the yard
they chase the moon in a pack
the white of their teeth
compared to stars

the windows close against them
iron bars in transparency

life closes against them

the morning will crush them to dust
with only the wind left
to stir them up

And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.

She spoke gibberish
words I did not understand
We shared great laughter

you try to hurt me?
Fool.
It is impossible to break me anymore.
and if you hurt me,
every scar of mine will build my throne,
and when i rule i will hold my scepter and
c r  u  sh  
                                                                                   y o  u r
             v e  r  y
                                                   BONES.

All the memories float in front his tear blind eyes
As his father steps in heaven.