sepi

sepi. sepi sekali.

ku sangka ku kenali

dan telah puas meratapi

wajah yang terukir

dari rimbun-rimbun lara

namun kini

ku sedar bahawa

suraya yang ku sangkakan

teman dalam kesepian

hanyalah pembayang

buat khilaf yang

belum termaktub dalam

kitab-kitab duka






(helll naww have i just written something in malay which is not under kategori 'surat untuk jpa'?) *malumalumalumalu tatabahasa cacamarba*

deus est in caelo

Ave, Regina Caelorum

Ave, Domina Angelorum

Salve, radix, salve, porta

Ex quo mundo lux est orta

gaia

Her apotheosis foretold his imminent death. He didn’t believe her.

“The words of a woman,” he spat.

What man wants his life sewn between callused fingers, a mark upon her skin which he himself left?

She met his eyes directly for the first time. There was anger there, yes. But the serrated corners of his lids betrayed his growing fear.

The master, now a slave.

Her voice reverberated in his diminishing consciousness.

“You will vanish. This time, not just in my dreams.”

She closed her eyes. Willed him to disappear with every particle of her being. For emancipation, long denied. The cage will not unlock itself.

There was no sound. She opened her eyes.

He was gone. Not even an ounce of his manhood remained on the pavement. No corpse to bury. No residues.

Only victory. For her.

She smiled, now a goddess.

survival

Some days I am struggling with every particle of my will to stay alive, and no one even knows.