Interception

You held me in one hand. You spat the shame onto my skin. You gasp at the air of an old man, struggling to live with the few. You took it all and its not a problem if he has them hard as long its not you. You spoke with tenderness and binds our friendship with a tide promising something more. You curse with me to those intended false judgement when in the thick sleeve of your skin you bathe the same virtue of a man who once killed. You clapped your hands when the world is upside down with me, and at the side of that, you also worry of it with me. Yet you plotted against the messenger and made them send telegrams to the unreachable that causes the chemical to this dying world. You and your kind. You and your kind seem to run the Hierarchy of the universe. Aiming for destruction in the mask of pure intentions. You and your kind

by Qistina Sopian