Defenseless

Masha Zubareva
Scuzzbucket
Published in
2 min readMay 30, 2023
Photo by Masha Zubareva

Two hearts, each in their respective thorax, skip a beat once in a while to match the other.

Four hands merge into two inseparable bridges not to lose the warmth of touch. No frostbites anymore. The skin is melting and learning how to feel again after a bitter dismissal.

Four eyes dig for answers to unspoken questions in each other’s abysm. They meet and fuse; they cancel any need for words. They spill unsaid truths before we are ready to reveal them.

Two lives are hastily glued together by two minds, full of their skull-grown ghosts feeding on traumas and doubts. Two cracked souls throw off the armour, lick each other’s wounds, show off the scars.

Unbreakable when lone, fragile with open doors, my i-ness is dissolved by the thirst of us. My fears — a dark fortress with no defeat, no way out — crumble under the power of your soft voice.

Your worries, burden of the past, turn into dust when I flood you with affection — my superpower and weak spot, two in one.

Our unprotected cores are exposed to winds. We might catch a cold or exhaust passions. Yet, we are open to love, naked in its rays and intoxicated by its spring.

© Masha Zubareva 2023

Thank you Franco Amati and Scuzzbucket for the opportunity to share.

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