The Final Exit

The day I shed my skin,
what will it be named and scored
The table of mahogany, the scent of yellow stained old papers
the blanket now white would be turned crisp golden
Mosaic moments Transparent fragrance Cold evenings

With time as a poking device on my cheekbones
I would shed some pieces of satiation, hunger
on the nape of my thin neck,
Screams, lipid screams and tongues of unborn voices.

Knives as powerful as life,
will slap me with cuts and honesty
Stating the end of pavements, the end of seashore walks
Strangulating noises will go missing in my head,
That writer’s block will be missed as colossal as a thunder.
dropping sounds of Sonnets. Wheels of bleeding pale ink gushing my veins.

Thirst of a parched desert, Oval eyes seeping thrush blue waters.

I will be ashes and the rest will be an Ode
With sagging back, my lips will shout “POETRY”
Emulating peachy air of life- death
I will be a memoir and a tribute
I will be someone or something, in circles and loops.
The day I shed my skin.


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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.

76 thoughts on “The Final Exit”

  1. Oh my goidness! I was a bit worried when I saw the title in my email, and so hot footed it into here to read it. And WOW! That was one hell of a writer’s blick wasn’t it! Inly it wasn’t really, because it was a wruter’s masterpiece! Very impressuve. Great work.

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  2. Poetry will be your legacy, dear. How lovely you have written this. May we all be something and someone worth remembering when our final days come.

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  3. Not amazed anymore by your exceptional poetic brilliance. I always know it’s going to be a great piece even before I have read it, and I have never been proven wrong. This one too is simply splendid, D! πŸ€—

    Much love!

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  4. Strangulating noises will go missing in my head
    Wheels of bleeding pale ink gushing my veins.
    With sagging back, my lips will shout β€œPOETRY

    These are few lines that I want to get to again and again as I keep reading this poetry again and again …I need to take quite a few deep breaths after I am done reading …this poetry I am feeling very deeply. Beyond beautiful work my friend!

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  5. Always you surprise with your words,expressing death in an intense poetical way,The way you expressed about shedding skin,untold poems and stories,” the time poking my cheek bones”πŸ‘ŒπŸ‘ŒπŸ‘Œ.And the way you told about missing writers block..for writers even writers block is a bliss,but for life death is like a writers block..someday we may come again to tell our untold stories

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  6. I read this one twice I almost had goosebumps. You’re incredibly great of a poet. You know exactly how to juggle words that create such a meaningful piece. Keep on writing please! πŸ’™

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  7. Brilliant! Your poetry is really something, girl! ❀ ❀ ❀ “Emulating peachy air of life-death.” beautiful! 😍😍😍😍😍 You truly will be remembered, My Valiant Soul! ❀ ❀

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