Her
Witness
The raging chaos
Hidden deep within the duress
The trembling breaths
Pacified with cigarettes
Unconcealed
The poetry in her body
That the scars yell hoarse
The sleepless nights
Covered with kohl
Can you see HER?
Not her body
Her story
Unleashed within the calm
Deep within the object
Of desire and fire
Do you see it yet?
Her essence
Running through your veins
Unbidden
But there.
Present
HEALING
And if,
The Love evades
She Conquers the self
For her immortal light
cannot be doused by
mortal lust
For her blistering stars are
The sobering storms
Death of #confessionsofaserialemotionalmasochist
Birth of HER
Last Seven Days Poems :
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'' Present
HEALING ''
I like how the present screams at us all the healing opportunities that it holds.
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