voice
a rose, so fine and soft
lived in my throat,
delighted to replace
my vocal chords
blood red petals warmed my
passing blood, filtering my thoughts,
silencing regret.
my rose spoke sunlight,
golden honey that dripped from my lips.
until all I could taste was sweet.
kinda pretty
how swirls and tangles of
bright light coalesced
outside my bedroom window.
patches of cracked weather whirl
right outside your closed eyelids
dropping gifts of pure water
and honey
on my heart
as she grew down my spine,
entwining herself between my lungs,
thorns emerged.
energy stagnant, my eyes grew blind to change—
honey never rots, does it?
rainwater crystalized my rose,
honey tears became amber
and my insides a soft pink quartz.
i became a flower garden,
my thoughts voiced in
delicate colors—vocal chords a new.
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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