The weeds circled around my wrists,
their cuticle bruising my dried skin
Oh! The cells were meant to be shed...
A thorny branch circled around my waist
Hush! I must not speak,
but my breaths betray me.
In the confines of my heart,
I can clearly hear the quickened beats...
I shut my eyes tight,
the weeds must not know
that I lie wide awake...
Hush! Don't breathe
the weeds must not know
that I am awake...
I must choke these betraying breaths.
Somehow halfway through the route,
I realized,
the weeds never really cared
if I was awake or sleep,
for they were after all weeds
that just wanted to engulf
my now bruised skin.
But do not worry,
the cells were meant to be shed...
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
LosoweThis is a collection of poems and prose. These are just my thoughts illustrated in words, thoughts that don't necessarily make sense but then, not every star is fortunate enough to be fathomed in a constellation. "So, this is how the fall came... s...
