my breath gilded in
light
and every touch
a redefining phrase
with inky black and
shades of grey.
.・。.・゜✭・
and one day,
I go back home
tiptoeing
sound masked
by
the threnodies
of dad's drunken
murmurs
to my mother's
room
and throw away
mom's tattered
bed sheets
and she look at me
wide eyed
I wrap her in the
damask of arms
and she cries so sure
nothing to hide
I open the closed door
and the breeze walks
through
she holds the warmth
close
as the hearth alights
anew
then she goes to put
on her finest dress
and a face
and she still stays
my eyes brew with pain
I don't want to read
chapter one over
and over, again
I don't want to go
back to watching mom
opening her mouth wide
to gloss her lips
with cerise
she wants to stay, she lies
doesn't she
all she does is lie
returning to taking shade
under the tree
and I walk out and look
hoping to clean the lenses
on time
I can see spectrum of colour
through the teary blur
purple boots of the child,
jumping in rain puddles
white paleness of the cab,
a lady walked out from
the colour of the daisy
in the potted plant
beside the door
as gold as the rays of sun
on the ocean
and I slowly remove myself
from the wrecking sphere
that is my parent's lives
and I go look for home
running from home
to where the sun bathes
my skin
and i never was
for I am.
.・。.・゜✭・
and down my body
in my mind
thousand satellites;
I; incandescent
unlike her
unlike him
so unlike them
no more wasted dust
of nebula.
YOU ARE READING
Aruni
Poetryher name is Aruni. and like the sun, she will rise after the dark and let every sunrise find her different. ・✫・゜・。. poetry tellings of a fictional character that span across the random times of her life. [Readers' discretio...
