Three days ago my bloomy rose said,
There’s no worth if my breath is the bet.
Two days ago my deep well assured me,
That I deserve better,
To be bound, healthy and happy.
Yesterday my rainbow twin reminds,
To make sure my head doesn’t break.
Today I divide again in the block.
Eliminating all the signal,
Imprison holy in my body.
Someone knocking my door,
While calls my name slowly.
But I won’t counter.
I just hold my breath and prolong the silence.
Hoping it over in a trice.
Both.
