poetry

And then you shall die.

Embedded in the swamps of paroxysm
where I see no constant paths or pavements
chipped walls, chipped florals, chipped winter
cascading all through my pale face
in delusions, in fallacies

I cracked the seeds of opulent hypocrisy of yours once
I shall do it again,
and again,
and again and again.
Till you split like apples and dice into cubes
with a naked foot of mine
I shall pierce you,
thawing your fingernails and burying
them into a grave
empty and swollen.

And then, you shall die. (claps, claps)


P.S- I know its all-new year thing going on everywhere but for me, a new year and new day is always when I am happy. Pardon my dark write-ups or even better deal with it! Who cares, after all!


©MVS

poetry · prose

Scissors and Thorns

image credits- Pinterest

Penumbra, walls of construction, destruction
black coherent cathartic squalid eyes
numb crooked vertebrae floating
in the liquid air, my body becomes a coffin.
Enfeeble basket of black roses resides in my cracking eyes.

I take a pause, and visit the old creaking house,
haunted and mahogany drooling
over my burning piquant skin,
I feel a co-existence between
the supernatural and the living
Dents of loose threads of hope
circulate, biting my skin, biting my tongue,
biting my amorphous vapours of sick solitude.

I want to weep today, scarring my acidic eye
the hypocrisy, the swollen balls of abhorrence scar me.
I am a vexatious taboo.
How is sustenance a need?
Even the sky dies at night.
I evaporate, disintegrate, amalgamate
only to be a broken piece of an elongated lie.

©My Valiant Soul