Μαρ 16 2025 | αγγλικά
should've done
Yet again staying awake tonight
to prove I can outlive the day,
though I sense a fragment of
the moment’s past disdain, frankly.
No worries, I go back, not long,
to when I had been discovering what my
glares sought after.
Still full of the potent flame
the candles lit the gold. As they
blindly chanted, I whispered.
They got wind of me, I fear, though
the flames up my nostrils intoxicated
their way to him. And him. and him.
And me.
I touched the arms, and wondered
the serenity of the outcome.
Coming to think of it, they would’ve
gnawed, and
devoured, and
digested
Yet, with such knowledge, I longed
the devoted to pray on me as
he pleased, to also show company.
With fire on our palms,
little to light up the darkness of
the stars
We circled in deep voices,
Begging for some guidance we
would eventually find ourselves.
And after I was convinced to
be part of them,
slyly to pray and to prey,
back to the glare, back to the
arm, to the flame, to the arm,
to the flame.