Mine

So I wrote this poem of four verses.
I kept it well memorized.
I was inspired by my own reflection
Nude, this is it,

R.E.D [Riot-Embodiment-Destruction]

She is only seconds away from being here.

Present, oh she will be. You will be the medium for awe.

You can already see her in the distance. Her radiance of red dress and animus. You can see everything coming together into her. All the thoughts and meanings once forgotten become one within her.

She is distant but you still fear her not approaching but I see it. It is in slow steps and anguish that you shall witness the process of her becoming.

But she will be coming, within seconds, minutes, hours, maybe an infinite amount of time, but she will be there, at the other side of the asymptotic region. She will be here, and when she is she will not merely be a function of numbers, she will a function betraying limits and axes.

When you see her, it will only be a realization of how fast you’re bleeding, how far away you are from glimpsing death. Too late a realization of how rebellion is. She visits in red robes but she will enlighten as she murders. She will take away the brave, tread upon the corrupt and resurrect light blown out by dark times and ages.

It is only a matter of time till she’s here, but she is here; your revolution.

Leaking

First drop, the salted water of ocean running across the shore lines,

Second drop, it tastes like how it feels, a blend of all the drinks you associated with the dreams,

Third drop, I’m sure it’ll stop in a few, this may be just a response to emotional stimulus,

Fourth drop, it isn’t two for each eye, it’s one side racing against the other trying to prove that this will not just go by,

Fifth drop, I think about you, that one time you held me by the waist and tugged me closer to your body, breathing words into my soul,

Sixth drop, I remember walking alone to my favorite cafe, early morning, jogging across the little moments I did not want to resuscitate today,

Seventh drop, tick tock, time is passing and the future slips into today, what have you done beyond your past, you are a mere continuation of it,

Eighth drop, I shrug, it subsides, now why haven’t you, my favorite one, you still remember it, too?

Ninth drop, it’s midnight, and I am yours once again, take my away for the tomorrow, may I never be mine again, forever foreign to my body, hold me till I understand what forever means.