ix

my mouth, a black hole where nothing escapes and my eyes, a white hole where everything escapes because you took the ability of escaping and not escaping and existing while not existing every contradiction becomes one you escaped; i couldn't ©2017, Quiyet Brul

viii

i am nothing but a beating heart my head, decapitated i am unconscious: unalive but also undead feeling both at once when did breathing become a difficult chore? (since i lost my head my lips have forgotten to kiss the way you liked it) ©2017, Quiyet Brul

vii

the stars in the clear sky sing me a song soughing them in my ears we’re star-crossed ©2017 Quiyet Brul

vi

the song echoes in the universe: i finally felt i belonged… (again) that i take up some space while taking up no space at the same time because have you ever thought how big space is? ©2017 Quiyet Brul

v

the warmth she produces when we touch ignites a heat of a thousand fires ©2017 Quiyet Brul

iv

a song carelessly sung of how you’re both pleasure and pain as if my head is torn off powerless to think clearly as if a thousand fires ignite when we touch, unable to put out as if your tingling icy breaths freeze the time ©2017, Quiyet Brul

iii

we are binary stars orbiting around each other ©2017, Quiyet Brul