by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER
From the realm where I exist
You pulled me into a world devoid of reality
Once the clock strikes jarringly
Fireflies master the art of allure
Flowers embellish the vines with their glory
Iridescence overtakes the paths I cross
To which crickets of the dead of night
Compete with a newfound tune
I wasn’t afraid, I only listened to the sound of you
I only marveled at the way you made me move
Fleeing from the little amount of sense I have left
Rushing towards your hymn that I know is for me
You look back at me with your stone-cold eyes
With it is a sudden moment of epiphany
All that’s left of me, now devoid of anything worthy
The clock strikes jarringly
You emerge from the claws of night
Your fireflies master the art of deception
Your vines cripple flowers from their usual bloom
Your shards of glass twinkle as they prick my feet
Ever sneering, through the bushes your sound seeps
Fleeing from the tunes of your now somber hymn
I’m entangled with your forest, baring what lies within
On the edge of my dignity, you’ve chosen to punish me
The sweeter your tune sounds, the more bitter your eyes look
The more desperate I am, the more distant you become
On the edge of this cliff, I’ve chosen to hold on
Play your instrument for me
Until the very last drop of my sanity
I’ll trail behind you, relentlessly F
