ISABELLA FAN

The most beautiful things,

that I want most,

that I look forward to

with so much life and spirit

that lift me by the rope of illumination –

are visions slaughtered short

by my own sharp hands that make

me fall

 

What people lift their heads to

their mind often falls executed.

What people smile at

their faces form deformed scars.

What people hope for

the holes in their core only grow larger.

 

I know, that when the sky is soft

breathing on you mesmerized shades,

relaxing the struggles in your eyes,

wrapping around you a promise for the perfect,

I will run for my life.