Curse Him

Vittoria( 1870-) "This is a letter to anyone who would, one second, care. I am Vittoria. I am- Locked. Hidden. Bruised. Pained. Ignored. Uncared. Undressed. f****d. Hated. Cursed. Isolated. Lone. Why? And this is written with my finger's blood. Excruciating as it is, I'm damn immuned to it." Binasa ko ang aking dugong-sulat sa sa baba sa gilid lamang ng aking kama. Natuyo na ang dugo, kakulay na ito ng dilim sa silid na ito kung kayat hindi ito kapuna-puna. Gabi na naman. Muli'y ididiin sa aking katawan ang buhay na itong walang halaga sa bawat kalapastanganan. (A Poem: Siextus and Hyacinthus) ‘Heart against blood’ Burning desires on their luscious insides A sensual pleasure that induce a lustful cry Shameful disgrace, people gossip and fuss True love they defend, in front of the people, they chant in hush Amidst the scornful disgusted eyes, they shy Worry not, world may talk, little we’ll never pry Unforgivable, implausible curse they cuss But the two blood, it’s much more than lust In the flicker pharos of a candle’s light, two flaming bodies collide Lofty whispers, rhythmic screams, masked in the eerie midnight In unison, both breathe at last ‘Our heat be bound ‘til our body vanish in dust’ For an unfilial passion, they groom and guard Shall it flourish battling their doom and dark Fleeting memories of the forbidden love they had Forced may to erased on their mind History shall dig and find Our descendants shall be hunted and hated For it is a curse we started.