As a mind bleeds

You would bleed mentally,

axis by axis

to know my aching cheeks and lips.

they do not flutter, engulfed in smokes

my  mouth, volatile and dark

i am a pattern of transition 

disgusted each day, 

separation of tongues divides

these breasts once supple,

i am a sliced  burning moon

only diced further,

till i dismantle my nerves.

I will die a walnut death— with cracks

and dust flooding my brain.

©MVS

NaPoWriMo#11

P.S-I did not take care of punctuations, deliberately because i was too lazy to do it. And i do not care!

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

60 thoughts on “As a mind bleeds”

  6. beautiful syntax and emotion! who cares about the punctuation because I think it works well; sometimes it’s a lot of fun to play with a lack of punctuation! 💜

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      1. You are very welcome dear friend.
        I don’t feel negative. A lot of my poetry in the past has come from a very intense churning within. I look at that phase as beautiful too. My heart just feels a lot for you at times. I honor your journey my friend, it is bringing forth such a tremendous gift that you keep sharing with us. As long as it nourishes you, I wish you all the joy possible on the way.

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  11. Bleeding mentally axis by axis,wow

    Emotional mathematics,loved this line it clearly says how suffering happens time to time ,” they do not flutter engulfed in mouth ,volatile and dark”.it’s says how those aches rooted deep into you but still volatile and moving….and one of the beautiful line is ‘” pattern of transition disgusted Every day” wowww..soo apt..loved it..you explained the change of human mind in most beautiful poetic way..” sliced burning moon…” another oxymoron..and” sliced further to dismantle my nerves” wow..beautiful imagery👌👌👌👌…dismantling nerves is very innovative..and usage of word walnut death….loved it…you almostvgave life to walnut..whenever I eat them now I remember your poetic line..or I will imagine how walnut die when I eat…

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