Someone said,
All the poems are never the same
So I Locked my heart away
To keep the secrets of words.
Hallucinations remained in me
For the words I took everyday
While my mouth was stained by pomegranate,
I met a witch with the same stain
In a dark forest of dreams.
There was fire in the mountain,
It burned my skin
As I went asleep
Found a heart beneath the crust.
My skin started healing the day after.
I peeled the layers one by one
But the lines remained there,
I saw flowers growing
With their roots in the blood,
Leaves in the scars,
It smelled sweet
I put my face into their petals
Found the memories of chaos
And yesterday remained forever.