FRANKENSTEIN

divinity of my love is depicted, in receding temperature of my body, with the rising count of your footsteps, as they take you away. the enamel coated kernel of a machine called “you”, may hide, inside your steel-made ribcage, and while it remains invisible, i can tell: it is square, unlike humans’, with no curves,…

PRESERVED

That day On my sprint to somewhere far (My head kept banging with: ..I’m leaving something with you Something very precious Even if I wish I can not take it away I know, it is going with me as well In every corner of my living and soon-to-be-dead cells Might even be in a better…