MY SELFISH PLEA

By Charisse Portman Wong

Grey sprouts out with teasing gleefulness,

Mocking the years of youthful yearning.

Faded ivory bones protrude

From pallid, sandpaper skin

Slumped upon the jagged floorboards,

I lay.

Feebly sweeping the mass of ashen strands behind my ear,

Praying still that you’ll return,

Yet, dreading any possibility that you catch a glimpse,

Of my vulnerability, my patheticness.

Though I remain grateful to you

For untangling the intertwining fabric of my tendons,

And ripping the unrelenting, erratic heart of mine out,

Eliminating the torturous deep maroon

That rhythmically coursed through,

Pulsing agony against the confines of my cranial vault

I inconsiderately plead for one final favour:

Return to me, my merciful saviour

And in your loving embrace, lay me to eternal rest.

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