[because if i leave my body, who stays?]
it is love's pollution dripping red animosity onto these pages like ruined poison gone off. it disintegrates into the shell of what it is at noon, what it becomes at night. like forest skin and silken eyes looking, i leave my hands tied in a room no one knows exists. like there is pain in these cries of mine that no door unlocking could dare fix.
[because if i leave my body, who stays?]
it is sin wrapped in bewitching comets, ivory-skinned, lip-licked lies of treachery too beautiful to paint ugly. too broken down and stretched out to feel lucky. morose. morose, more than more over, a miniature once-over, how little i know about this falsified enemy that i confidently call broken agony. it is lerato la pelo yaka, but i feel naked hate in what's supposed to be draped in love.
[because if i leave my body, who stays?]
you. you stay.
