after i escaped hell
my fingers didn’t feel soft enough,
my voice didn’t feel sweet enough
i had camphor all over my feet,
but my soul felt free;
from chains you imprisoned me in.
i didn’t realise when holding your hands,
chained my soul.
when loving you
turned into the poison i kept treasuring
in the jewel of my heart.
it poisoned my heart
till
my own heartbeat was unsettling;
and even on my deathbed,
i wanted you to whole my hand
and
palliate my heart.
for love is stronger than death,
and i want to lay under the lush green grass and soft brown earth,
knowing
the melody of my heartbeat.