❝HER DREAMS SHATTERED,
HER HANDS EMPTY, ❞❝BUT HER SOUL IS ON FIRE STILL—
HER HEART FILLED WITH DESIRE STILL.❞— AKIF KICHLOO
❛ ━━━ table of contents
› THE BEGINNING OF THE END
01 ─ ─ DEAR THE SUN & MOON : your light cascading is contagious, flooding my senses with that akin to feeling truly alive.
02 ─ ─ DEAR THE SCARLET : hidden behind the tendrils of red, there is someone who waits bathed in mud and glory, accompanied by a mellow tune that you seem to underestimate.
03 ─ ─ DEAR MERAKI : your soul reminds me of those summer hazy days, smiles and laughs so warm it hurts. or perhaps of honeydew and lemons, sweet and sour.
04 ─ ─ DEAR SERENDIPITY : though we are far apart in age, i find wisdom in the socket of your bones, even when you are still young. converse shoes worn down, dirtied but wearable.
05 ─ ─ DEAR SEREIN : words wading in the fresh ocean breeze, how you've become a poet who writes like the clear sky at sunset, ink dried but mind unwithered.
06 ─ ─ DEAR ALLISION : lighting strikes, collides, and crashes, your lies are rancid tar as it seeps through open pores, yet you still believe your own truth; blinded.
07 ─ ─ DEAR THE REFLECTION : you are a fragmented human, eyes burning into the implication i resent much like a shadowed mask. oh how i hate you.
YOU ARE READING
YŪGEN ── myself
PoetryWORDS DIPPED in honey and wax. © ri12ixii / 2022 POETRY / VENT