kalopsia | ✓

brittle

catorce

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i didn't realize that i was broken.
almost as if the cracks in me
were translucent, like the
frosted glass of a shower door.

the saline stream drowns my
cheeks at the kiss of a brutal dawn.
and now there's just a lacuna
in my heart. i am stumbling on an empty street of a metropolis at
five am ─ the cold wind cutting
against my bare face like icicles.

and now i'm nothing but
blood, skin and bones.

perhaps when the sun paints the
ashen sky gold, the brittle part of
me shall rest for the day, while
the sane part shall fall back a little, laughing like a ignorant kid
playing with treacherous waves.

when night comes again, i'll return,
to rehearse pain with the moon or
an occasional star. i'll gaze at the coconut tree swaying carelessly because it's summer, maybe the
roses too, as they flirt with the
wind. and when the constellations giggle in the obsidian sky,
i'll remember you saying ─
that life is the art of dying.

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a/n : i might just keep adding more.