Poem: Meow Part III

by Aimran Alif

If you could see through my eyes you would see yourself-
A tiny speck in the distance,
result of the void you’ve made as resistance.
If you could speak through my lips you would find them-
nailed together violently.
If I am to love, I must do so silently.
If you could write with my hand you would find it-
dripping slowly from the wrist,
I am not allowed to openly love, and so I must resist.
If only you could feel with MY heart, you might find yourself-
finally allowing yourself to be cherished
instead of forbidding me from your house of cards
and slowly, watching me perish.