211 // body

red walls with paper that beats,

pendant streams that keep me alive,

such a dim place to hold a heart.

but is the only thing that matters now,

no outer wall can make me unholy;

i’m standing here because she caught me.

corroded labyrinth for many years,

the case that covered you was harshly teared,

stones were left in the middle

while burning was also an odor. 

even when it stung every roof 

due to that awful matter

you kept loyal.

thunderstorms might have clouded,

lack of color probably eclipsed,

but every red piece is unharmed in your walls.