i come to places where i can stich a notion to my entire body of chemicals.
Strange things happen here.
A women die each day/ there are ways and methods for it/
a loop of sorrow sinks like an abortion.
And a mist encircles my eyebrow, like a wide corridor collapsing.
i visit places that connects me to a numb mind.
I ask a numb air to swallow my left arm,
for it knows the bends and the geometry.
Often, I collect marbles/ potions/ circumstances that live like a vein inside me.
I fix things.
fixing like a plumber of times.
beneath the archaic tenderness of joy,
a butterfly evolves.
a blue coloured life dripping from my body
my breast,
my entire smouldered body.
i drip and collect myself all alone.
each night.
each night.
each night.
The dissection of women.
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Words and pic- MVS
Your poetry never fails to render me speechless, and every time I read your poems, they remind me exactly how the first one I read made me feel, and why I love each one of them as much as I do.
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Welcome back.
I hope you are well. Haven’t read anything of yours lately so hope to read now.
And yeah you are sweetheart to say these things. Thanks, dear.โค๏ธ
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Lovely ๐๐๐๐
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Hey! Thank you for your kind words.
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Gorgeous!๐
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Thank you dear.
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Breathtaking; imagines melting into feelings; feelings like hurt birds on a lonely shore; “I collect marbles/ potions/ circumstances that live like a vein inside me.”
The coup de grรขce at the end: “The dissection of women”
Your words haunt me.
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This feels so chilling Devika. I relate
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I knew,you somehow will relate.
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So glad you liked it. And thank you for being this kind.โค๏ธ
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Wonderfully expressed. A great post๐
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Thank you, dear.
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Your poetry is pure magic. This was musical and did wonderful, inexplicable things to me ๐ถ Thank you โฅ๏ธ
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Beautiful. Never tend to make us speechless
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Awwโค๏ธ
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Thank you
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Mesmerising. That opening line.. wonderful
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Hey!! Thanks a bunch.๐
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This was painful!!
Even more, because I could resonate with it!! Absolutely marvellous creation.
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Hey! Sorry you too feel this.
Love to you
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Wow. This touched my heart & even though I may not understand most of it, I could feel it vividly. โค
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Thank you, beautiful girl.
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“Often, I collect marbles/ potions/ circumstances that live like a vein inside me.
I fix things.
fixing like a plumber of times.
beneath the archaic tenderness of joy,
a butterfly evolves.”this is one beautiful group of imaginary that i loved..nd other lines.which i really loved were..” I go to ppaces that connect to my numb mind” and also i collect myself all alone..๐..as always lovely.
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painfully gorgeous โค๏ธ
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That’s a nice thing to say.๐
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My pleasure always
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Wow, very deep
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Thank you.
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Your welcome
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Your poetry is layered beautifully.๐
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Just like yours.
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An absolutely intriguing post.
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Thank you so much.
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A gift of life that we have
Such a soulful poem
https://youtu.be/a5Vg-UlrOfo
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BLUNT AND POWERFUL POETRY!!!!!
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