Ramadhan - Creativity Twenty-Five

Twenty-Five Day

Precipisy life

How fast the day fades. As fast as eaten pizza.

Your daylight. It's effect on your skin makes it yours.

How fast the devilish thoughts jump in. As fast as eaten pizza. Faster.

How open to attack I am,
I walk and yet each second the atoms of fate and thought conspire to constrict and crease.
As fast as a greasy hand, as fast as the burp of a fat man with no shame. As fast as regret comes sliding down the firemans pole, from your brain down the pipes into your heart. And when it would land it would spit out its venom of shame, like a seeping gas, slowly vaping throughout your body, quietly making you unable to live with yourself.

It hasn't happened yet, but I remember it. I remember how it works. How open to attack I still am.

I realise how much protection I need. Such a lamb am I. Such a slave.

Y.Misdaq, Ramadhan 25, 1427