It pierced through my eyes and brain.
And there was a gimmick coloured in red lightening.
And the welder of souls cannot hitch fragments of fire into
a solid wreath like promises –
the strong silence that first
melted with thick spittle when we
were boated by labials swimming through
blood and water to the way it used to be –
the same silence came with hands to flay off my innocence
in a transaction of trust and thrust…
When you ask if I ever loved
I’ll show you a deep maze between two swollen walls –
the strokes that pierced through my soul left a labyrinth –
the private part of me –
