Tears cloud my eyes as a mirror of sadness.
Exhaling air through my mouth that could blow up a
balloon,
My hair suddenly began to itch psychologically.
A heart race, tears that battled the force of
gravity, smiles seem to beckon the tears even more,
As if to say to yourself, ‘calm down, no tears now’
And the heart pleading, ‘she’s hurting!!!’
Each breath was heavier than carrying 10 bags of
cement.
The phone reaches out
to you.
Take a look at the screen and it seems dead.
I ask myself “where from this water running down to
my cheeks as though it was being chased?”
The global village in my head was silent
A silence that could torment the possessed
At that moment, I couldn’t help counting the number
of hair strands on my head
Or counting the grains of sand beneath my feet
I tried measuring the depth of the ocean with my
fingers
And being a super woman flying without wings
I took wonky steps to the graveyard of love.
Billions of hearts, ‘Would my heart be buried too?’,
I asked myself.
My soul soared up into the skies, I was a star lost
in the night.
My physique struggling to take it all in over and
over and over again,
It waited patiently like a time bomb.
Then boom! Boom!! Boom!!!!
It exploded into pieces of wail.
Too late to be salvaged
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