Phoenix

You may cut off my phalanges,
Peel off my skin.
You may cast me
Into the shades’ den,
Leach me down the soil
You may strike me off memory;

I’ll come—
I’ll dart... hop—
Just right towards you.
I’ll come – visit your nights
Like a phantom
With scary sockets;
A very bleeding sockets.

I’ll come,
Just for you
No! Not to harm you 
But to tell you
That I live.
Even if my body is mutilated,
My soul is eternal.

I’m a Phoenix 
I’m a phantom who visit dreams
Not to kill
But to tell you I LIVE

Abdul Hakim Genius.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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