P. a. i. n/ reality

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scissors of tongues missing
like threads sewing volcanoes.
And my lazy tears twist my body like valleys.
I sip pain,
i see pain.
I hear and live pain(patterns corrosive)
With footsteps entwining my jawlines.
A narrow gauge of breaths and pool of sadness
this moment does that abrupt epilepsy to me,
this dark hollow night,
underneath the white sheet of smiles,
a monster hides.


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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.

28 thoughts on “P. a. i. n/ reality”

  1. Pain is the reason we exist. Without pain, joy has no worth. Every cloud has a silver lining and for writers, pain is a portal to becoming impeccable at conjuring verses that never miss their mark, leaving the audience enthralled just as yours do! ❤

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      1. I missed you as well dear. I’ve been in a creative rut. Any tips for getting the creative juices flowing again? I know you’re a master of words so I figured I would ask the queen herself 👑

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