My heart won't let me. I don't know why?
Why? Why?
People are staring.
Spirits, monsters and devils.
Oh why? Within my chest
beats the raging fire.
Like throwing stones onto the walls of my chest.
I could feel myself enclosed, cramped.
Within that tiny place.
Would you let me out?
O, you ask me.
What will you benefit?
Okay, I'll protect you, let you eat my flesh if needed.
More fats, though.
I'll give you my face. My always smiling face.
Oh sew it on. No harm to that.
I don't mind being faceless, nameless, skinless.
Best, fat-less.
I am not my own.
I'm living for the earth's revolution.
I'm living for the crows to peck at me.
Where am I? Where is this place?
I can't even see my five fingers.
I can't even breathe, let alone smell.
The words I want to say plunged its roots into the flesh of my throat.
Bloody veins like dirty strings of nylon surfaced on my neck.
No. it wouldn't come out.
My lips are sewn by the spectacled tailor that glanced into my face.
He painted me too. Like each person that has charge over me.
Grabs me and paints me. That's right.
Colourful doll.
Ha. Lovely.
Even if I can't see, smell, speak.
But oh.
I can feel. Yes! I can feel. Yes, feel, feel.
The pain from the pinch. That's right.
Will you let me go? Would you?
The inner light grabbing onto my foot, would you free me?
Darkness, would you comfort me?
Let me sleep in this nothingness.
Ha. It's all a joke. Isn't it?
.Rm.Ch.Ls.Fb.Rh.


