Inside the walls of sin

My bathroom falls, like walls bleeding poetry of forlorn wrists. The process of cleansing my body is like knotting my untamed hair into a Chinese Bun. The tools twist and become a shapeshifter. The water bath suddenly acts as an agent. chemical reaction running through my body. My bathtub is a war-like place, and I sit and smirk on my scars often, it’s more than a cleansing outside perhaps. I mingle wild, esoteric tears with that of hot-water to see the cracks running like a wild-fire. My body dissolving into pieces of nothingness. Hollow formations defining the next move, the next moment…here. I plunge the scrubber into my mouth, vomiting and rubbing the rims. The broken mansions, the eerie space. Rinse & rinse till i rinse more and more.

I sew a thread to my body, marking my periphery. It’s a process of insanity clicking, body shrinking. My breast smells that of an old oak tree, and arms weeping. The co-existence is a strange thing. Beneath the shedding of a star, another awakes. My ionized memory now fading inside the firmament of this deep ocean, awake & dead. Crystal knots yet invincible to the naked eye.

©MVS

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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.

55 thoughts on “Inside the walls of sin”

  3. A carnival for the senses. I really enjoy how you attack each one with vivid images, each one laying weight to the cacophony of scars being swallowed by the water. From the tying of the bun to the scrubbing of the mouth, and dissolving into the warm bath water, I could imagine it all. And how true, a bath is oft’ times more about cleansing our inner selves than just the flesh outside. Oh, and I really like how you started this piece – what a comparison. I’d say writing, for you, is akin to bathing. Great poetry!

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  22. “My bathroom falls, like walls bleeding poetry of forlorn wrists. The process of cleansing my body is like knotting my untamed hair into Chinese Bun” Woww..devika..you started killing our hearts from the beginning of the prose itself…cleansing body like knotting my untamed hair into Chinese bun..is one beautiful line..even though it’s cleansing from outside,the inner depths of line tells much deeper story….and telling that water tub as agent is brilliant,and you compared it with war place where you smirk…actually everyone cleanses their mind while sitting in tub or standing under shower..the more thinking happens..the way you expressed is sheer brilliance💞👏👏👏👏👏👌👌👌👌👌…”mingle wild, esoteric tears with that of hot-water to see the cracks running like a wild-fire. My body dissolving into pieces of nothingness. Hollow formations defining the next move, the next moment…” ..yeah..we cry in bath,and tears get mixed this is common emotion for every human being..but the way you wrote those line with intense wordplay like cracks running like wildfire,body dissolving into nothingness and hollow formations defining next move is too great…..👍👍👍💖….and next lines about vomiting,scrubber ,rinsing how we desperately want to get out of bloody hell in bathroom with water and cleaning…is Soo real…fantabulous devika..it’s Soo relatable …
    “My breast smells that of an old oak tree, and arms weeping. The co-existence is a strange thing. Beneath the shedding of a star, another awakes” breath smelling like old oak tree!!! Is it because of tears that got reported on breasts or is it because of heart that is rotten behind breasts??… and telling that another star awakens . Like it is never ending process is amazing..and ionized memory fading like awake and dead,and this line “Crystal knots yet invincible to the naked eye” this is too good…but as a regular admirer and reader I just want to tell you something devika..you always repeat certain lines and words,,like expression about “periphery and shrinking,and other things which I didn’t remember now..it’s not wrong..but I feel like ,you are repeating the comparisons..not all but sometimes..somewhere..I don’t know how other feel it..just saying though..anyways..I loveddddddddddddd it to the core…💘💘💘💘💘..I really want to write like you someday devika😭😭😭😭

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    1. Kalyan, is there any way I can thank you enough? Damn! Once again you have touched my heart by writing this soulful comment that I can hardly digest now.
      It’s really interesting to see how your imagination works with all of my writings, like really!

      And definitely you can write like me, actually I. Am honored. Deeply!

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  24. Well, I’m a little late to the party..but would love to add to the fact that I have never read such a brilliant exposition about bathing and cleansing ourselves from within. How the emotions morph and take different shapes as emotions are running wild in that tub and how you can feel yourself getting dissolved in that turbid water laced with your scrubbed thoughts.Bravo Devika. One of my favorites from yours.

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