Ire came as puzzled tears,
Unlocked the door to unlawful fears,
Surprised you into knowing you weren’t
Anything else but letters burnt.
Awake like some distant revival,
You took a few steps to the end of the tunnel.
Blistered and quiet you will not,
Not once more, this mystery sought.
Little girl dancing to shrills,
Plays alone while the other kills,
So occupy your guilty hands
Hold your breath ’till your brain mends.
‘Let go,’ I say to the shield,
So strong it might never yield.
A shy voice from under the gravel
Asks again: ‘why does love dismantle?’