[Bury your decency

and hide it with fierce

while scattering the sky for enemies,

so long gone, they fear your sight.]

Your destiny implode

with an elegant twist

of the almighty hand

holding the halberd

of a mindless savage.

’Your human form is melting,

just by barely touching your fingertips,

just by looking at your insecurities.

Where’d you go just now?

Are you traveling through another universe

where you and I don’t exist

only just as simple acquaintances

that barely eye-catch each other

under the train wreck

left behind

by the immoral society?

Are you flying

under the excuse of thousand lights

only to find your inner shuttered times

that hugged you as a child

only to wreak havoc

in that inconspicuous

white hat of yours?

Do you fathom

how ruling your brows are

when you wonder

over that reddish trace of blood,

falling from your forehead,

getting in your eyes,

mixing up with your blue curiosity?

It is fearless

just by emanating an ironic breath,

just by the lack of pulse in your chest.

Why do you go there?

in that abyss of your deepest sorrows,

in that echo of your mouth moving,

in that scarce movement of your fallen hands?’

That’s what she said to me,

getting dressed with my clothes,

putting on my mask

and screaming my myth

with her own disguised decency,

with her own resurrected fierce.

She hides herself well

behind what I used to be.

She is, undoubtedly,

what I should’ve aspire to be.

My replica is now complete

and I am left with recreation

on both sides:

on my paper

and

on my pen.