Building Rom Vol.107

Long live the queen

I’ll never forget Ota’s words:  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”

I’ve been spitting it up ever since,  

regurgitating 

Sifting through the bitterness,  

Cherry-picking pieces that don’t sting as much,  

even the valley of death has more allure.  

I don’t remember many days clearly,  

Yet that one remains vivid

The day I stumbled straight into the snare.  

Here I am, replaying the massacre,  

Trying to untangle the chaos,  

A chaos sent not to be untangled. 

‘Then at least let me send it back to sender’ 

Again, Ota’s voice echoes,  

“Swallow the poison, Ireign.”

Building Rom Vol.106

Have Grace

And so I dove deeper, into the core

to where it all began.  

That bunkbed, dust heavy

 Next to the sheep’s 

And there I lay,  

the odd one out,  

an open wound to stray bullets,  

to silence louder than rejection.  

They say it’s lonely at the top

But I know it was lonely at the bottom too. 

Building Rom Vol 103

Bruises

You don’t have many regrets,  

But getting close to her was one.  

She caught you in a moment of weakness,  

Consumed by the weight of life’s steepness.  

Though your mind was set not to regress,  

Your needs were met by her obstinance.  

You fell prey 

She took it as a green ray