SUBMARINE

Brilliant atmosphere
Colorful design
Brushes
Strokes
Stabs
Stocks of words
Can’t deny
Can’t refuse
Can’t imagine life without
Submarine of affection
Aggravated by the sum of all feelings
Never said that to a human before
Conflict of “paroles”
Not sure if I am human

Keep it quiet
Look at it twice
The atmosphere isn’t that brilliant anymore
Dead fish are all over the places
No escapes
No ends
No deceives

Cover it up! Cover it all up!!!
Convictions, Old Convictions
Direct invasion
That can’t be said
That couldn’t be told

Similar calculus
Cool intent to recreate natural will
Filtered pills
Steps covered with withered orchids
Standing still

Put things away
They aren’t to concentrate
Ought to infest the atmosphere with colorful portraits
Bring the colored strokes back to me
Stab my skin with your paintbrush
Suck my blood as a flea would do

Sink back that submarine, soldier of ours…
Think that this has been the time
Teach others that we are
Limited, fragile, vulnerable
And promise not to torture me,
I know you won’t arrest me
For sure, you won’t shoot me
You won’t rape me!

by Laila Chris