As a mule,
I have learnt to fraternise with dreams for gain,
profiting not from indiscretion,
but in the karma sought within such mindful revenge.
Were it possible
to simply matchbox my raw emotion,
the kindling its casket contained
may encourage wild arson –
perhaps it is less of a burden
to fuck you while I sleep
than thank you for stoking my fire
while clothed in its flame.
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 7 February, 2020