burn what emotions were
left
i don't want them and
neither
do
you

so burn it! and let it catch
wind. let the ashes take flight
and sail away over
foreign territories. they'll land
and slowly be absolved to the earth.
the ashes will be fuel, to drive the planet
forward.

burn it all. i don't want it.
i don't want these feelings
this emotion, this anoesis.
i just want to go numb, again.

I peel

away the enamel mask from your hollow bones.
when the bullet hit, you

said it felt like “a glass
bottle dropped into a porcelain bathtub.”
I mould a

foreign flesh around a sunken cheek,
and you wish to still make love to woman
under a willow tree

and run into a tattoo
parlour to engrave moments across your chest
your breath escapes between your porcelain teeth

glancing over at the wall of borrowed expressions,
you ask which one will

be yours,
covering the blemish.

I paint a new disguise for you:
afraid of water
fond of caves
enamoured by hurricanes
down to delicate hands

I hope it fits

I hope to see you buried in this mask
and not by a second shot
through the skull to gray matter
below the surface of your skin.

When silent words remains unspoken,
a feeling of sadness rises within me;
and anoesis descends within me,
that flows through me while i walk,
feelings of resentments towards such words,
like a tide tends to strike me.

Though I still walk,
i wobble but I still walk,
Out of breath, I sit down with agitation,
these words hit me hard,
on my soul and mind,
Trust and fear are crumbling me,
and there, all shaken up, I stand.
I stand to seek for the unspoken truth,
to hide all the feelings risen with silent words.

We were sailing on an odyssey of serendipity;
[a varary]
as life inhaled blossoming dreams;
Our souls
sipped on caffeinated guarantees of forever.
Dancing
to the susurrant aroma of our anoesis love;
My demons
silenced as your lightning strikes my spirit.

Except-

We were dry ice
[burning]
mistaking the coldhearted as fire,
passion,
held together by slumbered intertwining secrets.
Breathing,
to the yonderly rhythm of your existence:
Your demons
danced in my head to the drums of insecurities.

And yet-

We were a shipwreck of magnetic hearts
[catastrophic]
You said I lingered on the needle of your compass navigating your soul;
Cardiac Glycoside-
poisoned by the gravitational pull of our hurricane hearts.
Desire
connects our souls becoming an electric sun- an eclipse of beautiful destruction, ignites;
Our demons
dressed in lust, now sing a sweet mellifluous lullaby.