Kamla's Back - Scribe

Oh, my own flesh!

My own rigid mind!

I won’t ever shy away from a lie!

I’d still keep it torn like the letter I never told you about.

Oh, what a shame it is, what we’ve become!

I don’t even know.

Cos I’m still drowned inside the blackness of your soul!

Cos I’m cured.

Unlike you.

Cos I will sink into the surface of her skin!

Cos I’m through.

Within you.

This ignominy is what we’ll be remembered by!

This felony will make age weep out of ourselves

This treachery is what we they shall know us by

In this calamity…

Cos I will then find another night for my sins.

Cos I’m pure.

And I will still find a way to go back to where I’ve been.

Cos I’m pure.