...

just as you flicker oh so beautifully -
when i thought that my dreams were finally within reach -

i close my eyes.

faith

she wrote, on a piece of paper (for it was her name, and the virtue she sought in her man.) That, to her dismay, was a question unanswered for trust was something he wasn’t capable of. It was a truth realized in her bruised limbs and cigarette scars - and on that piece of paper, that crucial step to deliverance - the first wise decision she made in years after choosing to marry a drunkard.

"Yes, Isabel" she whispers to the little girl on her side (the one with the long hair and the brooding eyes and the same untended wounds.)

"Hindi ka na magagalaw ni papa."

...

just as you flicker oh so beautifully -
when i thought that my dreams were finally within reach -

i close my eyes.

faith

she wrote, on a piece of paper (for it was her name, and the virtue she sought in her man.) That, to her dismay, was a question unanswered for trust was something he wasn’t capable of. It was a truth realized in her bruised limbs and cigarette scars - and on that piece of paper, that crucial step to deliverance - the first wise decision she made in years after choosing to marry a drunkard.

"Yes, Isabel" she whispers to the little girl on her side (the one with the long hair and the brooding eyes and the same untended wounds.)

"Hindi ka na magagalaw ni papa."