Hellfire in my guts.
Storm at my door.
Comfortable chaos.
Blood on the floor.
I remember,
Slow dancing,
Reading under the night sky,
Holding hands,
Drinking cheap alcohol to get high.
I remember,
Smile-forgotten lips,
Starless skies,
Getting drunk to stop Feeling,
Fire in my eyes.
And,
I remember,
The dinner table,
The loaded gun,
Pulling the trigger.
So much for the One.
~AkankshaB
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Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
