As the final sliver of the moon burnt a hole in me,
You died away.
I lost the last particle of morning
Not aware of the dangers you bring
When you awake, golden eyed,
Seeking a drop of dragon blood.
I have lost myself
My imagination thrown to the winds
Fell down an empty well
Where I tore my soul open.
I did not bleed.
How can the dead bleed when life is missing?
A piece I need for life is gone.
I am cast adrift.
Homeless. Alone. Empty.
My soul is a casket.
There is no body or bones for burial.
That part of me has dried up.
The lagoon of life gave me my happiness
But I am deprived. Sedated.
More hollow than a shattered clam shell.
How can I go on when the road ahead does not exist:
When I am lost in a world I do not belong in.
I never belonged anywhere.
The sea cried blood tears upon my arrival.
I drag on – seeking a purpose.
Wondering if and when I can and will live
Shall I be reborn in a bottle of perfume
Or shall I become a storm?
Like an unwanted pearl, I am unfurnished.
My shell is unpolished
A grain of sand has molded into nothingness.
In the darkness, I too become a pink flower stuck upon a pool of mucus.
-Fotini (Tia) Polihros