Callus
By: Juki
Devours.
Sacredness.
Sanctified.
King.
Sinking depths beneath feet, crumbling through winds as fate and brittle life.
Untying knots, unveiling the wounds beneath the birthright of war.
Finding truth, darkening nights to brighten up a day.
Fearing the end of a man.
Etching spindles of legends.
Remembering the future.
It hardens, I am told. The susceptible endurance against turmoil, fire, defeat and love. To shed away its weary past with replacing skins of new sinew. Threading experience into hatchets of life and shield the veins from feeling ever again. Stripping away humanity as it sheds colors of vibrant fate. It should not feel again. It defies.
Shallow depths of our hands, those slender porcelain pressed hard against these calluses. The intensity of your heat I can feel through the thickness of my skin, pungently roving through my blood and sinking steadily into my heart like poison – crimson; scarlet. Oozing deep into my soul, a wound of vulnerability never mending, this dagger of love you keep twisting, twisting, twisting into my hardened chest, prying at my heart, tugging, until one day I will tear my own chest apart to bear you my heart – beating steadily for you until the moment you see it. My love – as the wind can never be seen by mortal eyes or be shattered. Keep twisting, you have yet won.
Find me.
Try me.
Hate me.
Trigger my heart so that it may never fall, twist further my love, it has yet wounded my pride. Humble me. Test me. Ignite a passion I have never lusted. Reveal to me what I have not known and have not wanted. Give me the strength in which you lack. Devour me with those succulent gorges of dank haze fire, engulf me into the flames of your love and purify me, slay this demon lurking behind shadows.
Until you succeed.
Hear nothing from me.
For I am a man.
With a callused heart.