the ire i keep

stored in my heart

locked like a furnace

for you

is only a palmful

of what could be expressed

in ugly

human terms

walking abandoned corridors

late at night

stealing chicken eggs, in broad afternoon

there is no way to catch up to the rest of the world

when you are doomed to be apart

too different

too soon

perhaps i was wrong

in thinking

that we are not alone

we are surrounded

but

what does that even mean?

as i fall asleep

curled into my limbs

i wish

to be far from this place

from this curse

this poison

that i willingly swallowed myself

what a fool

what a fool i am

as midnight strikes

the future arrives

there is no other choice

but to go on

there is no other choice but

to be born

again