
Every time I'm talking to you
I imagine the way you could appear to suit me through
Our arduous times together
And each time I feel disappointed like during a disastrous hurricane
Whilst little things connected with you
Are changing my entire point of view
As someone would drop a time bomb exactly in the highlight
Without leaving any survivors in that
Susceptible spot
Left alone
To cause viral aberrations in humans
Lopsided, lousy, and leper
And no turning back from that
Counterfeit carousel in the amusement park
Mirroring strangers on a train
And maybe also a murder case
Hidden behind the red curtain
Or swept under the grey carpet
Like I used to do
With my life around you
When you craved to lead your way
To the pitch-black corners of my private hell
Surrounded by coiled snakes
Examining my actions like blue and white stripes
From your T-shirts, sweatshirts, and pants
Resembling jester disguise
And judging us every time our paths
Intersect with their scythe-like
Maroon muddy roads
Practicing unusual kind of black magic
To feed us with it
To the core
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23 March 2020
revised on 16 May 2021
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where the wild roses grow full of words...
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