When those two voracious eyes are so close that they blend into one,
Drilling through your flesh and blood and heart and essence,
When that octopus of arms locks your breath inside your body,
When the object that you have become
Lies flat, capable of nothing,
Only left to pulsate, -
So a piece of the rainbow pulsates inside the raindrop that has stolen it from the sky, -
When the smell of dirty truth gets worse than your most toxic memories,
Getting inevitably closer each moment,
Loud and powerful,
When it all spins into one cacophony of broken promises,
Bloody dreams,
Crippled aspirations,
Laughable beliefs,
Silly hopes,
Spiteful regrets...
When it finally loses sense -
You will stay innocent
Forever.
Object
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2016
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