His kindness oozes out his pores and onto
The knife he holds
And I feel
It electrifying my soul
Sending pinpricks
Out through my all.
It digs deep till the crimson ruby
Trapped in the caverns of my bones
Are unearthed.
His benevolence is bright as the torch
Set aflame
That burning sensation
Euphoric as it caresses my china skin
And I feel it,
Heat a kettle ready to implode
And I feel him that resolved calm.
His innocence flows through the water
From the pipe into my lungs
And into my bones
The taste of the fruit of malice
The elation of the propensity
For chaos, rushes through and broke the damn
It was the water boarding
The nerves coiling in my heart
That brought life.
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Labyrinth
ПоэзияPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
