Silky death

you wrapped yourself in greed

Sleeping with the enemy, that which is a part of me

You sleep though you do not need it,

My blood orange of a dragon,

You seek out my hibiscus lemon peel,

You suck it in your soul, pronouncing it yours.

Am I yours, my red flower?, I hear her whisper to me

Am I yours, you silky angel of heaven?, I whisper back. Does this answer strike against your glow? Does it infuriate your will? If only I could unlock your chains. If only I could make you feel free.

But I’m as locked up as you.

I’ve been reincarnated before, in the same body

My incarnations scare you

Do I drop my soul on the floor

Ready for you to wipe off like a messy stain?

Words seem to have no meaning without you to tell me what it is,

I use big definitions to scare away my feelings

To drip away the feeling of my death like existence,

Like how sleep isn’t sleep anymore,

And how I feel you’ll always be mine, even if

Someone else gets to hold you.