Delicately yoursPosted: July 22, 2011
That thin line between the possible and the impossible
Not easy to bear, for it pricks, weighs heavy
Crushing hearts when doubts appear
Squashes like an insect under a boot
When there is no one to hold it up,
Bear the burden all alone.
Moves mountains, performs
But alone it kills, a succubus
That steals in, in the dead of the night,
Slips in to bed, that unholy demon
Takes you by force, makes love, breeds hatred
Till you bleed, sucking blood, chewing
Like sugar cane, crushing bones
Under his accursed weight
Spits out what is left and leaves one drained
Like the tasteless, stringy betel chew
At thin air.
That tiny delicate butterfly wing you puff away
When all you want is to let go.
When all you want to do is run, far far away,
Stares after you