Aspect of Diminutive Spirit by Justin Allen W. Aquino

Frown upon my work

Stained with blood

Of sleepless dark

And opulent absence.

Envenomed by radiance

Spoken forth in me,

Listed my name,

In the ledger of subordinate figures.

Then I had risen

Twice in height

Afraid of fleeting touch.

For all things I do,

Break past me.

Lonesome bound to loss.

The one who danced with my own.