In a twinkling of an eye, severe lacerations
furrowed the magnificence of ornament of her ebony
to silence growth, quicken mortification,
write an elegy,
…exalt once born in a furtive agony.
Out of demolition, the ardent glove
arose and seized the skull of creature innocent,
to stigmatize its skin with a diabolical mark,
smother the will to struggle
in a vehement resistance until it gave in.
On a topmost step where continuance
derives from nothingness,
hardened to doubt, dissuaded from timidity of sin
…sparkles in the sand, a flickering laughter,
I shall be waiting to …again, become embodied.
Will you …
Will you wait for me?