last night, as my eyes flashed to the windowsill,
i was half aware that my hands hugged together;
the little angels hail for humanity's grace as it
awaits for my mouth to burst.
 
in the shallow dimness of the candle,
i whispered the words i wanted to send to heaven.
 
"my lord,
do you still remember me?
do you recognize my voice?
when did i last call you?
and told you i was a bounty?
or risky?"
 
"tonight,
please open your door
once again..."

to be continued.



© ubik


postscript:
this series is like my unfiltered thoughts i wish i could share with god. it's my way of showing gratitude to my writco family.

[Artwork by Srijeth, sourced from Facebook Page: Mind & Heart.]
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