On SD.
By Devika Mathur

And so I crumble in my own jaw line
Leaking from the iris,
A stoned mahogany stuck
Beneath the frivolous sky,
I lie like a pond, open and scarred,
Rummaging through your eyes,
To seek something that belongs to my lip.
I fail.
I fail the second day as well.
My mind talks pills and potions
A volatile adamant touch of burps.
A ripple lost and secured.
My mind is insane, forever.
Devika Mathur, a poetess from India is a published poetess and is a lover of everything dark and surreal. Her work has been previously published in Sudden Denouement, Visual Verse, Dying dahlia review, two drops of ink, Madswirl, The rye whiskey review among various others. Find more of her musings athttps://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com
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AH-MAZING.❤
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OH- Thank you!! You amazing person.❤️
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Good piece. ❤🙂
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❤️❤️
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Beautiful
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You’re such a good poet. I need to keep reading your work to improve my style.
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Great read. I love the line ‘Rummaging through your eyes’
I’ve done that so many times, searching for answers.
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I feel you. ❤️
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I lie like a pond, open and scarred ~ Hit all the right chords of my heart.💙
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Thank you so much
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Outstanding piece Devi ji ❤
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I’m always loving your dark surrealism poetry they are my favorite to read and amazing write. 🙂
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Wow, keep it up dear🌹🌹🌹keep blogging and Have a beautiful day, cheers ☕☕
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Beautiful and most satisfying
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I love the insane sane mind-
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Humbled
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You got like a billion conversation posted.
so I gotta digg deep to the bottom to say something cliche like…
if your words put together were a color…..
your words would be like…
looking into a kaleidorscope spinning…..
ya…
I think it would be that….👌👌👌👌👌
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