"moon"

so beautiful your days are

in violent gusts of bleeds

in orbits you spit your favours on

then i spew words in presence of rock bottom days

since poetry is nowhere but in tracheas

filled with mud.

i spew words; lifeless

and you kill the moon, easy.

the skies are bleeding your diamond crease,

your moon, your heaven cease.

moon, a dusted place.

moon, a spot on your face.

moon, a flash of light stunned in a phase.

moon, like your mind, intricate.

moon, a satellite: a grey stare fiddling on your fate.



 

By aayushi


In collaboration with YWMTU (@yourwordsmattertous)

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