Heal thy troubles and woes
Knock on their wooden hearts
Wipe tears with their cotton hems
Plead to their beady eyes
Heal sorrows with strands of hair
For when dawn hits
No place is safe again
When everything is refused
Cease to question yourselves
When you refuse to question
The crimson that touches veils
Or the chipping of wooden emblems
As you endlessly adorn spaces
With figures of unearthly beings
Under your makeshift altar
You dwell a little longer
Catastrophic desperations luring you back
Your fervent desires bring them to life
You clasp your hands together
Teeth gritting in anger
And with a single glance at your faces
Eyes, bloodshot, dilated, fixated
Your pleading ignites candles long dead
When it runs away from us
Pray it disappears into the night
For in it is a prey looking to leave
Secluded between our tender hands
Pounding, twitching, salivating
Desperate for its release into the wild
So its razor-sharp fingertips
Could pierce through fragile surfaces
Now, our final judgment looms somewhere
Once more, smothered by golden fabrics
Dried jasmines rotting with our filth
Peeking through gaps in our doors
Barging into lapses of our bodies
Preying on the weaknesses of our minds
And as dawn hits once more
This place has become no more. F
