I Watched Him Jump From My Window

You stood there and I watched you, but I was not there to catch you when you jumped from the sky to fall on the ground to end yourself.

Enamored and enchanted by your constant presence

There was a boy who loved a girl, he traveled through seas to meet and greet her.

He came always to me with the gifts reared from the jungles of multiple angles, crisscrossed into one puzzle.

Me laying in the center, as I drew attention to be his muse, a coral reef in swirling river beds to turn heads.

Jump and hump till you reach the phantom pump, of sky-high bravery and auspicious and audacious bewildering periphery,

As heat and blood lay in his quest for my rights, my being, and my soul.

For often a man whose shackles were lost with socks and footwear draped in mud prints, gummy watery sand.

Bloating the shoe, little and brittle becomes the shoe strings on its ends.

As the shoe defoliates till it opens up.

A piece of hair imagined, proclaimed, inundated the whiskers and gleam of hope I had for the man.

Swallows and Pits, heads and Burroughs, rope and heads dangling to die in shame yet alive.

Your presence irritates me

With time I realized the Jungles existed not on sides but us, a python always seemingly runs down on actions.

I was thinking of dealing with him, his sorcery-blazed black magic, and his presence captivate me.

I lose myself, losing and oozing, till I have nothing to ooze and lose. The pain has already festered into an infected wound as flies hover to lay their eggs.

Being eaten by a host is always better than being cheated.

I read about hosts in school and thought they were boastful, remorseful, and drool and growl in the attached living being’s skin.

For the hosts rise and shine when you wax and wane, shove your heads down and rub it over and over again, till you are out of your dream.

I knew it was a dream, a naked body swirled my insides, I draped myself with the cloth, the demon swirled in me and started decoding metaphors.

There was no love, there was no clutter, there was no time and space.

I am trapped in loops, yet deconstructing some time-bending and nerve-wracking dilemmas in schemas, areas, and bifurcated horizons.

Tabulate, scroll, repudiate, and ideate that I was a coarse woman with dense skin.

I can’t stand standing next to you

For, I preached strong woman and madman dynamic, but I was anemic to love and the farce of a cataclysmic cryptic Megalomaniac.

Offsetting me and thundering me with questions of deepening masculine philosophy or a decent offbeat woman of choice,

To act in the pretense of ownership or not facing any hardship, not attaining any championship, hence scoring fault lines in the abandoned used ships.

I sat there looking at myself, and the bruises I had gathered in my body.

I was at the center but there were thick evergreen jungles, and a maze of deeper reckoning trees came close to me.

I was never there, I was here in the jungles, and the depth of fog in darkness was a subtle grace that he said, he looked at me with awe.

As he woke up, went ahead and stepped on top of my balcony with a gaze that he will perform a leap of faith.

For I know, faiths eventually come and get intertwined, forever bind, and guided and enshrined as part of you.

He jumped off of the window that I was owning, affording, creating for washed-up memories to come and go, reap and sow.

As I see the blood and my hands dipped in it, drops of tears washed a few trickling drops of blood.

For I know my father deserved it, for he killed my progenitor, my divine mother as she refused to be confined by him.

For I had to kill him, all the man that wakes up like that, they are ought to jump and fall again.

Till they hear the painful violence emanating from boastful ignorance and oppressive arrogance.

For he was torturing me with violence, silence, and dissonance, gaslighting me from my extremities to burn my insides.

He had to go, for the lady and her bravery, sacrifice, and her persistence had to be honored.

And then I felt that my being was all confined in peace.

The jungles hosted me and I slept while laying, meditating in peace as the coarse jungles enveloped me in its lap.

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