Ungiven

by: Sofia Quaglia

That bonfire stuck between my bones like in a cage

Combusting my guts, like melting plastic without a frame.

Then my heart freezing cold just because of the rage,

when not even that ever got to get in the game.

A perfect picture, since only in my head

the pencil would have ruined it, have erased it,

I’m pale like crumpled up paper, I’ve fallen off my bed,

I’m wasted, but I haven’t even been used yet.

I wonder if flowers will grow out of these injuries,

listening to those redundant bells on the pavement.

Empty, I actually wish we were real enemies.

Only loving my self for both of us: enslavement.

I’ve left myself but from you I cannot get away,

In vain wish that you will listen, or I will stop to pray.