Metallic memories and faded hideways,
she lingers in my mind.
Cold fingers trace scabbed knees,
she pounds through my head.
Crowded spaces and lonely places,
she is in my veins now.
Curly hair on stained pillowcases,
she pumps through my bloodstream.
Poisoned eyes on me as we danced,
she is taking over me.
Echoes travel through the hollow cavities in my chest,
she lives in the space between dreams and reality.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
the city
कविताand no matter how much you water scorched grass and withering weeds, you will never make a garden re-grow -M.R c.2016
