I saw your hair in his hands
But you said you didn't bleed.

There were cracks on the tiles
But you said you never fell.

I asked why you still stayed
You said
You said, there's a feeling, that's warm inside and hopeful that he was better than what he seemed to be.
You said, a feeling that tingles inside, a feeling that dances with fear and at the same time smells like love.

But honey, I dropped a lamp by the door, there’s a path just behind the kitchen door, use that the next time the tile cracks beneath your body, use that the next time you feel it, that feeling that’s warm inside and red outside, the feeling that feels like bleeding, use the door, the lamp and the path next time you feel this way.

- Cyra Mordi