14th
arabian horses.
So my heart gave out a bit - ripped its side and ran away….and even though its prince ran off, the lining never strayed.
I asked a door to open, clean out a closet of broken glass - cause for some reason I keep it all these years air tight and locked away…..like a desert storm the sun rose and fell - swallowed amidst a lightless day. I choked back the hot Sahara sand and felt through the dark with swollen hands, despite a star that was bound to betray.
The middle east is out of me, its slivers deep and hard to reach…..a northern light once burnt deep in my spine has found the grace of day.
Curse the withdrawal that tears apart a swollen heart, even though its intention is to portray - all the demons that camouflage, and dwell heartless deeds upon vulnerable prey.
-Temna Fialka 2011
