Cacophonies of the Wilted

By Angelique Murillo

"In a life filled with constant metamorphosis, misery, and agony, we all desire for

our screams to be heard. Sometimes, we feel alone, and our thoughts randomly

scatter within the deepest corners of our minds. During these melancholic

moments, we push them away, not acknowledging the ache and gloom we feel.

In our weakest

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ukiyoto Publishing
• Release date: May 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9789361724794

Book preview

Marionette

Never bestow your love

Or one squanders its worth

For invisible strings will be tied on your back

Leaving you frozen on track

Your gracefulness masked by their whims

Manipulating your very delicate limbs

You wish to shine and be freed

Yet, trapped in a scripted reality

You step with elegance on love's stage

As his calloused fingers move with rage

Dancing paper doll, you are

Nothing but a puppet, everything but a star

The Rhythm of Your Heartbeat

I would willingly tear down the very fabric of this universe, casting aside all the harmony and light, just to bask in the gloomy silence and listen to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

For it is in that rhythmic cadence, the primal and essential beat of life, that I find my true home. It is a sound that speaks to me of life and love, of hope and passion, and of all the things that make this world worth living in.

In that tranquil space, I am drawn to you, to the raw and unfiltered essence of your being. And though the world may spin madly on, oblivious to the power of that sacred music, I stand transfixed, lost in the wonder of it all.

Scraped

Those violent little words

Escape your tongue, sharp as swords

Puncturing the marrow of my bones

Tearing me apart, piece by piece, between groans

The sound you utter is like a needle that pierces my skin

Cutting deep into my heart, leaving it thin

Like scalpels that carve away my soul

Leaving me exposed, wounded, and feeling less whole

I tried so hard to scrape them away

But they linger like wounds that never decay

Your loud words caused me pain

Will echo in my mind, forever to remain

Sour

May the fates be kind and the stars align, that the day may never come when the chambers of your heart are filled with the agony of our love, its once-glorious flame dimmed to a shadow that we can taste on our tongues.

For now, I walk these winding paths in wonder, awe-struck by the beauty of your soul and the depth of your love. Your spirit is a shining beacon that draws me closer, igniting a fire that burns bright within my chest.

Farewell

When your affection

Drifted away with the dust

That is when I knew

It was already our last

A colossal mess from the past

Never meant to be

Never to be relived

A love that never was

Overflow

You poured too much hatred over me

As the acid of your words washed my body

Every tear that leaked from my eyes

Drained all the love I had for you

When the veins in my heart burned

The affection slowly erupted out of me

Drip after drip

Are we going to end through overflow?

Flow

The glass of water you left on the table did not even make tiny waves as I held and imbibed it to quench my thirst. It tastes like nothing, pure blank like the affection you planted within me. Before you left, you said to be enough with the ripples and change the tide, but the current did not morph into love — the tide itself is the surge of somber and glum flowing with the liquid I drank as it rushed to reach my heart.

Trap

Words are lullabies

Whispers of infinite lies

Silence falls like a hush

As I breathe in with a rush

Your voice screams; I choke

Drowning in words