malva blooms
through the hollows in my bench
mal for darkness of my heart
va for pain that eats my tendons
among the fertile garden
bleeding flowers sprout their thorns
my second skin
built with moth wings
a feelingproof cocoon
for my insecurity
I am made of malvas
mal for gloom that eats my soul
va for hearts I always break
drifting in the sea of oblivion
hunting for unreachable stars