Oh Mother, carve out your heart with my bones
and mend your soul with my dreams.
Your mind, sewn hastily with my umbilical cord,
makes your hands mold me to be your magnum opus;
And I understand and I try.
And oh Mother, forgive me for I have sinned, but please,
do not drown me in holy water; let me breath.
Kiss me again sometimes soon. And I hope your perfume
is still the same.
Oh Father, each block placed by your hands, how long
did it take to resemble something of a house?
How easily does it break when we cannibalize?
Do you not see my canines? They are there
for a reason and I am a carnivore afterall.
I can't hold back from devouring and I am sorry,
I truely am.
Oh Father, please, hold me to your chest one last time
before my wings fly me too close to the sun.
You warn, always. But even so, the air bubbles
between my joints always brusts,
it feels unpleasant otherwise.
Our mortal bodies dream vaster than the sky;
the dreams to be to be immortal dying slowly
like the bulb in our kitchen, dimming it way
to death but hanging on to dear life.
-Sai; 21/09/2023