saravla

the pattern of lipstick on the can
mutes the rush of ecstasy when i see the beautiful scars
on others' faces
and bones

so i linger on the bubbles that pop between my teeth
and bend myself lyrically towards a fistful of silence
without need for apologies
or miseries

we all have our moments
but the music that plays on reminds me
it's all just a game:
you are capable of stopping.