A stich of memory

i am white & floaty like clouds.
thick sheets of molasses.
Old lavender strings hanging on my chest.

i am a convex memory of wax.
flashback of old days speak to me,
like vintage numbers,
vintage photos,
vintage walls & laughters.

i have a thing with people.
i mark and eat them along with the spaces.
completely. Bones. ashes. all in me,
as i create my nausea myself
dripping down my red lips.

i create and dissolve.
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Apocalypse

 

image credits- Google

 

I felt the apocalypse,
For I am the one under the blanket of disgrace
Vapours of sullen emotions clamouring the disgust chaos,
I knitted their faces, from core to core
till I knew the point blank.
The whole world, dreaming the dead leaves
an intoxication of swollen wisdom,
For time establishes time.
Reality bites my skin, leaving a yellow mark
a mark of insolent skins,
a mark of insolent smiles.
Dipping in the sublime extensions of rose petals,
churns my thoughts like a needle.
Poking and creating.
The aftermath shall be a mystery.

©My Valiant Soul

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