an unsound attempt for bliss

by Shruti   Sep 28, 2023


september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving behind
burnt marks that could birth black cigarette butts.
i tell myself it is in the shape of a sign.

this town is different from the one i’m half-running from.
the thin-lipped evenings do not morph into ghosts with
calloused hands, instead they turn three shades darker and
hand me memories that make me wish for a softer cremation.
but i cannot stop wishing for it nonetheless.

and so i finally move my hands from the mirror, curl
my fingers around one another instead, and take the sign.

if this rotting won’t stop, i will fall in line and follow suit.

after all,
a decaying body cannot hurt a mind
that is willfully falling apart too.

"we are rotting together"
i am finally a part of something.

"we will go down together"
we nod through the crimson dripping.

-

sharodi h.
28th September, 2023
12:21am

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  • 1 year ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    Ooohh I love this. Love the title. Although I expected it to be somewhat sad, didn't expect it would get dark in the end. I enjoyed reading it. Favorited!

    --- MKKK

    • 10 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you so much! ^.^