moribound
Written by Jhea Buela • Board by John Ivan Pasion | 29 February 24
hold my fingers
like loose threads
that ache to be pulled.
unravel me
until i am delicate
enough to be torn.
clench me
into your hands
when you ache
until i am darkened
with creases.
wipe me the tears
from your lost plans
and the laundry dew
on your hands
- you are a rainforest,
my scent
that lulls you to sleep.
allow me to be
the mosaic of you,
a patchwork of
your childhood quilts
and the dreams
you’ve once built.
for you,
i will exist
and shrivel
in frays.
only i pray,
you won’t take me off
because of
someone else’s warmth.