when we enter
our chamber of sorrows,
marrow tightens
in our bones cages,
we receive the marsh fogs,
like hush curtains
of second chances spent.
look at my blood flowers, because I write with a serene sharp blade that soothes. as much as cuts into the deepest parts of my soul
Me
- Basit
- Son, Mallu, Expeditionist, Whimsical Blogger, Pseudo Poet, Haiku thirst, Literaly anti-literal, Foodie, Coffee & PinkFloyd addict. floating bewilderedly through space-time continuum !
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Twisted tears // run jaggedly // down my face // crooking their way // into my heart//
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