dusk

AESTHETICS

one

i jumped, but, time seemed to stop when my body froze in midair, the iridescent moon shone its ethereal light on my windswept hair, my arched bod, open-mouthed joy, outstretched arms, and chipped dry lips. slowly, the moonlight reached out his ebony fingers to trace the black dots on my papery skin.

two

from the peripheral view of my blurred milky eyes, hands were grabbing my head, my hair, my throat; desperately, the voices of jealous winds attempted to blow away my youth and grace. instead, i looked them in the eye and spat on their tails as they shrieked, so loud my ears rang. they tried to crush me under their soles, but, they never will.

three

and now, standing tall in front of the river of tears, where memories were washed away, i stared into your soul through your cold onyx eyes, i knew that you were the poetry i was looking for. you were the nightmare i never wanted to have, but you haunted me anyway. you were the garden of half-truths and i will forever be lost in the abyss of eternal damnation.

黄昏時