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.
