I gathered you in my palm, sweet life

together with the cold winter and the ashen bitterness

windswept by the multitudes of sadness

and encompassing the plains of pain.

I scooped the essence, hoping to embrace beauty

but instead was met by this:

a double-faced mask with only one side of me

Captivated by you, oh brimming soul

forever dancing towards the light

I yearned badly to sieze what can never be mine

and I ended up scorched

slashed by the burning ember which guards the path.

Wrapped now by wooden fragments underneath the shade,

covered by skins and skins of flesh,

Filled with streams and streams of tears.

And chained against the wound,

draped with moiré and moistened by rain

glittering gently in the darkness.

I picked up the brimstone and wrapped it with my fingers

taking in the pain.