die a little death

"...una kong namatay nung 2nd yr colej ako.."

-bob ong

i walked a step.

i crushed you under.

i sew my heels

i had to look around and wonder.

rots of mildew

they talk and thunder

my soul askew

my thoughts surrender

my mind crammed , i hemmed

saw and hammered

cut thru the edges

realined the patterns

i stitched and sew

pulled the trigger

dropped the knife

mistook the essence

lacerate thru the lies

of poetic sentiments

i stand and will come up

if dying a little

means having to live

again.