AFTER THIS, ASK ME MY STORY

Laetitia Djaja 


A halo of thorns seemed satirical

blistered foot as a brush

tinted sweat replaced poster paint

trail paved out with human borders

by blood instead of bread crumbs

man-muscles burdened with equal weight

as a carriage with horsepower

He carried on dead weight

weight from the dead

the living and the those ahead

I too am dead weight

a stubborn itch

in a lost spot

Naïve I must be

to think my life resonates

still he carried me

though my past sins unsaid

future debts He paid.


LAETITIA DJAJA

Laetitia Djaja enjoys scribbling lines on train rides and coffee dazes. Sometimes she turns them into poetry. Laetitia currently resides in Melbourne, Australia while undergoing her postgraduate study.