Awakeningpsyche

rotten desires we have draped
and from pits of pain, our eyes drain
what if we nestle under the same ?
Would we shiver in the tortuous waves
or would we warm our bodies enough
to wait for a rebound

with butterflying voices
of children
burrowing their playground to
hide their
secret letters
and kisses

it was late evening then –
only to see
a diametrical sky, shaded with nimbuses,
plucking the acrid leaves of verandah, I
dared to look at her.

She could sense,
a foul smell on the dirty hanger beside
the uncharged clock, she could sense
her body was not a reflection of madame bovary,
here the web of strangling notions walked around freely,

denial- denial on every path what more to come in this dysphoric life ? Behead your counterparts, they speak and run for yourself to bleed their life……