Above It All

“Hold her hand she

just might disappear,”

but, I believe she just

might hold a bit more close;

“Comb her hair with

a rigorous rhythm,”

but, I believe she wants

to entangle them more;

“Tie her shoelaces

in a perfect bow,”

but, I believe she needs

to learn the trip and fall;

“Wipe her mouth of the

sticking pieces at the corners,”

but, I believe she can move

her limbs on her own;

“Fasten her hands

to her favourite table,”

but, I believe she needs

to touch to feel alive;

“Tape her mouth to

muffle her screams,”

but, I believe she wants

to be heard, even a little;

“Pull her hair and pin

them to the wall,”

but, I believe she won’t

stop her process of thoughts.

“Scrub her visible body till the

dead cells are no more,”

but, I believe she knows

they make her skin callous;

“Rip off her clothes and

mark her legs and arms,”

but, I believe she would find

a shelter in her silhouette;

“Unground her shadow 

and pull it apart,” 

but, I believe she would

still cling to the dark;

“Pull apart her muscles

and bones with a crowbar,”

but, I believe she would 

still have a soul of scars;

“Burden her soul with

the masquerades of past,”

but, I believe she wants

to hover within the present,

“Get a lighter and some

kerosene to burn her home,”

but, I believe she gave it to

you when you had burnt yours;

“Destroy her, or god forbid,

become her dying heart’s hole,”

but, I believe she thinks

I am quietly above it all.

“You must not believe

in what she has to say,”

but, I believe I want to,

even more than I need it.