I felt a little disquieted,
as I cut through my brown
and white cake.
My phone was barren
and my blood was turning stygian.
Just like the dried blood on
cataclysmic knives you've used to cut
a stranger's pale stomach.
I licked the blueberries off my lips.
I drank my gelid drink and I felt
the guava nectar settle at the
ruptured edges of my molten bones.
The coolness reminded me of
your rings grazing against my thighs.
I thought of your facinorous eyes
and suddenly,
the river flowing through my
empire flooded a near by village
and a ruinous war stopped.
The peach tree whose hadean roots
were my black hair, glitched.
I fixed mutilated diamonds in my crown
while watching you shed blood
in my psychedelic garden.
I wanted to talk about god to you
but how could I?
You're Lucifer, nemesis of
every single colour of God.
You're the Lucifer who makes
diamonds are forever for me.
I fell in love with someone who
drinks poison from fragmented
constellations and then
puts the stars on my spine.
I feel nervous everytime
I watch her necklace move
while she is painting a
sunflower on my ribcage.
People hurt me easily, or
should I say that -
my nerves are made of
red camellia petals.
So don't get terrified when you
accidentally slice a part of my
golden skin with your rusted knives.
~Sampurna
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Ink And Echoes
Poetry♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in...
