Captivated Poem by Fikha Rahmadina Rahmadina

There was a moment in my life when I thought I swallowed a rabbit. But threw up some roses.

You were sitting on that shabby chair, looking like a star passing my exhausting and pathetic day. And I was alone. You were, alone. I wanted to talk to you, suddenly. I wanted to reach you, immediately. You were in the palm of my hands, bleeding. But in so much joy. There were times when I told you my heart, until I cried fur in your shoulder. To you, those felt just like roses.