ENCUMBERED

I sat with death in this lost place, full of frightening head hurricanes, exquisite skin shedding, spine-chilling and limb wrecking, for I know that we were born with the shadow of our corpse.

I hear your screams as your souls devour your body and this deafening silence of protecting yourself from your nocent self, life is like a colourless nightmare, stagnantly crimping inside me, I wish you perform autopsies before you start seeing me as a COLOUR, at least.

Till then, I’ll just B. R. E. A. T. H. E.