Woven heart,
Ruptured womb
Slowly decaying
The ground is dirty, and I want so badly to rub
The toil off my body
One eye eaten by a lichen,
And the other, still sympathising oneself....
Helen, I gazed into your universe,
Looking down at you and your ruptured womb
And it's contents slowly decaying,
Such a waste of the gift of God
You ate, you fattened, you rejoiced
And then you mistaking a lichen by a rose
Ran off into the deep greens, never to return
One year
Two year
Rain, summer, snow
The years toiled
And the threads tattered away
Helen, will you still be there
Huddled under a looming tree
Woving a heart?
- Naychi
8th June, 2021
Narita
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