Leyla

Hard to say what caught my attention...
Her troubled eyes or her bloody hands...
Sunk in the bag of soft flesh...

She moved to the rythm of sadness...

aroused, diturbed, static..
devoured in self pity...

Born in filth and shame...
She keeps her promises pressed tight between her lips
and the lies deep in her eyes...

The astounding pain...

leaking through her veins...

stretched across the absolute delerium..
concrete yet, on the verge of burstin..

Unattainable, delusion, Chimera

She exists in forms inexplicable...

She exists in me...
I know she does...
More than her existence....