Oh how your White Dress

flow so lovingly amidst the lonely sky

 

But not for long

For how soon your White Dress

been tainted by the ink of Hate,

splashed by the blood of wounds,

Casted with many spells of

Accusations

Angst

Jealousy

 

How they envision you with such envy

Like such intention is your fault

 

Yet how you still wear your White Dress

As it carries its dirt and unwashed past

I smell the pungent pain

Despite its stitched patches as it

clumsily covered its stain

 

Oh how you dance carelessly with

your White Dress

Oh how you savored, how you lamented

with your White dress

 

And now you slowly undress yourself,

Naked

Naked of all Hate

Naked of all Burden

Naked of all Sins

Raising your hands up to

The Highest Good

With Only your

Fractured Heart

To offer….

 

——11th Child

Cerritos, CA

10:48am

01/09/17