I was loved
to be unloved
to be misloved
to be disloved
all by one and by one, I mean, by one mentality,
cruelty, wicked witchity, dark black thoughts
leading to utilization of a soul inside by my body,
with a skin of butter love,
I was molested everyday.
Just one molested my body and, the other,
perhaps my spirit.
This night probably is a night to be blamed on me
because the canvas of outrageous amount of negative thoughts
are ruining my peace
as if the drums of smiles are buried in catacombs.
My veins are dry and swollen of decayed glitters,
I need breath!
Reproduced with permission from Parisha Writes.