The Scarf

If your heart had the eyes
then you could see that
on a deep cellular level
How do my cells break apart
to paint the plasma
that is generally colorless,
When you say
“Dwell in this vital moment”
“Don’t worry too much about the destiny”
I try and fail then try again
but I can not avoid that grin
that grimace
that accidently paints out your face
colorless
by your mimicking cells.

Your fake saliva
Makes my mouth sere
Twists my tongue
as if I just had the taste of
the most bitter medicine
but I try
to convince my senses by thinking
that maybe elixir tastes just like that
and the aftermath would be in my favor.

What on earth can fetch
Sorrow and Intimacy
simultaneously?
I wonder if anyone will ever knock at my door
for my expert advice on this matter.

Someone once said:
“When lust will blend with love and
Sorrow with intimacy
Your eyes will bleed
Your heart will rift
and the delicate feathers of love
will fall around.
Don’t bother,
Just borrow the scarf of your sweetheart
Gather all that has fallen
And RUN
Without looking back
Know that your sweetheart’s body
is not your asylum anymore
and this is the only way out.”

But I’m confused
as I know
that you don’t wear scarves,
maybe during all this time you knew it all –
already.

Written for Wordle#2

Photo Credit: JadeGreenBrooke at deviantart.net

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  1. Raw and emotional piece beautifully done

  2. Fantasticaly done, I love the way you took the Wordle words and crafted them into this piece.

  3. Excellent response and use of the words. Very well done indeed.

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