What ‘it ‘does to me

Let me say this precisely.

I entered in your walls of quietness to flutter, like vapours and fumes

with hushed heartbeats —baked body,

Titanium slipped its coffin like a bell tower

inside my teeth and foot

empty and broken whispers

I entered in the temples, with doughnuts swinging

charcoal breaths coagulating my sanity

insane, insane she is insane

Cracks and mosaic

filters these walls, like a moth biting a moth

and insanity blooms, for the time, is spring

incessant murderous time( If I have time, I will perform disectomy)

Incongruous, incompatible.

I stick to a shadow of curtain,

absorbing its peachy warmth, rotating and curling my lips, my hips

and I rub my palms to enter once again

in your swollen canopy of sanity

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©MVS