Entombed

I am the tomb
that enshrines his secrets
I’ll laugh when they come
with their spades and trowels
bent on unearthing his bones
they’ll never dig deep enough
and will leave with nothing
but my soil-covered stones.
 
– Written by Anntidote –
 

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Unforever us

I don’t fear love
but the loneliness
that may follow
if this love doesn’t last
forever, as promised
if I don’t do the deeds
deemed “right”.
 
I’m learning to love you
but you expected me
to know how to.
 
– Written by Anntidote –

Yummy

 
Meditating behind musky pages
submerged in the murky depths
of Marketing 101, flick
my finger upon tongue
to fli yet another
when a tap roused me to turn
and face a caramel macchiato smile
behind the tiramisu cheesecake.
 
Yum.
 
– Written by Anntidote –

The Deep End

The curse thumps from within my chest
wretched poison spread
its perimeter to meet her.
 
My emerald-eyed ravens circle this martyr
lusting for the supple youth
her heart still bleeds.
 
She leaves her coast to wade
past posts that probe
the integrity of her passion for me.
 
With stifled breaths, I stand in angst
she doesn’t know it yet
no one’s survived where she wades.

Written by
-Antidote-

AGE QUAKE: A SONNET

Hidden behind the Botox and face mask;
A modern taboo, sensitive to ask.
It involves more than figures and numbers;
A trip ride you forget and remember.
 
Changes and transformation all the way;
Pray to stay at best, nature cannot sway.
More fear than death, aging is a stigma;
Terror on mirror, trauma is drama.
 
Age is as old as you are, felt or think;
Peeling vanity, live to shine or sink.
The body does not aged and fall the same;
Face is young, energy decline, knee lame.
 
Wig, dentures, hearing aids, and walking frame;
Aging well is living, no shame in game.
 
 By,
Dr. KH Lim.