"I'll give you the tightest hug"
"Just let me out, it's suffocating inside this luggage, inside this bag"
The horror of having thoughts and being the one envisioned by someone--- neither of the two is fatal.
Piece by piece, It will eventually stink and it could possibly blow up. Have you ever wanted to see a puddle of handmade, deep crimson dye?
"Baka kaya ang baho mo kasi may tinatago kang patay sa loob mo?"
O literal may tinatago kang bangkay?
Hindi na humihinga, hindi na kaya pang makagawa ng ingay
Both needs opening,
Your bag of thoughts or the bag that contains you.
Probably this is the closest hug I was promised; sealed with a zipper, indeed the tightest.
--- Posteng Makata ~
YOU ARE READING
Poem and I
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