A story retold a thousand times
Withered by inconsistencies
Peppered by spectacles--
The unbecoming of my being
The person reduced to character
Life belittled into myth
To be passed by tongues unknowingly
Tasteless
For it is wonderful to behold
Sacrifice, unconditional, at its finest
A god gave light and fire
In the name of love and humanity
It is but a metaphor
As all things transform to metaphors
When men tire of unrelenting realities
Which recur too much to too many
So let me abuse this device and
Vice, to tell the truth,
Of a woman who's shackled
To the past, to the present. Still:
Waves of hot air seep from the rock's crevice
Blurring my vision, burning
Nostalgia once again strips me
Naked for the world's scorning
I who have taken him
Him who has taken me, unconsciously
A star with uncontainable luminance that had me
Infatuated, lies in futility
The fault is owning he
Who never once owed me
The pleasure of living For
The sake of the other
My skin rips in silent ease as
Always he returns
In a dreaming, there is us
(In a nightmare,when I've woken up)
A vulture that holds
Innards of twisted memories,
Of pretensions and illusions Defiant,
I welcome nonetheless
For love is curse and cure
The bile that is bitter and sweet
That flows in my blood
Circulating.
Recurring.
Unending