Bodies may get ravaged or looted in sin but it’s difficult to strike down conscience. Of course until I let you. And I promise to myself I will be only mine. The very realization calms me. The innocence is still walking behind and it will always own me. Even when I will be only an object, there will exist a part divine, which you won’t be able to harm. All I need to do is to run, reach the mountain and bathe in the ripening sunshine which will make me forget everything. The sweet little lemon yellow sun does not go away till I wake up again like a two year old. Unharmed!
The hundred spheres will circle around me then, protecting me and reciting hymns of promising nimbleness. The whites will uncover my dressing and lay it open in their violet lights. This is my wounds they are scratching away from the core. The pink snow like my sister makes me beautiful again. When the weathered air suddenly enters my mouth, I feel a tooth crackle. I smile and ultimately burst into laughter. I am mine again.
On my way back, I keep reading these spellings. This book of spellings. Its light headed and makes me feel wise, wiser than the animals. They don’t know spellings. Even the alphabets. Nevermind, they are innocent like me. Innocence pays off! Unharmed!