Neon lights penetrate into the curtains and shed a colorful blast on the darkest of canvas. Leftover food scattered all over the ground. Random newspapers crumbled into a ball at the corner of the room, with dead cockroaches’ legs sticking out. The stained blanket leaks a smell that suggests a combination of pickles and licorice. We wrap that blanket around our naked bodies to withstand this lingering night.
In your iris, I catch a glimpse
of a crimson hell
awaiting in soft
Flies rest on our eyelashes, probably laying eggs as well. As we blink, they fly off and kiss every wasted part of you and me. A long-withstanded peace breaks the moment you crash the fly on my face. Its black guts spill and spatters on my filthy strands of hair. Perhaps there is a power shortage because all lights and colours are withdrawn since the last sight of you leaning close to me.
I wish you felt my voice in the air.
If only lines remain,
I could still draw you a silhouette
If only wind lingers,
I would trace the way you breathe
If only mind moves,
I would recall and relive moments of you
If only I were erased,
I could feel you were the one I slightly attached
Slugs bug my eye as they crawl on the trail.
Slimy texture glues to the smooth expanse.
A strong gust blows, their skin shiver and wail
to a point it all falls into a trance.
One of them jump to my face and fall off.
More come for my skin and stick all around.
Another wind arrives and makes me cough.
Faraway you look at me like a clown.
And so, I drop to the ground with the slugs,
lying hands and feet out as a starfish.
Blurry images of you give me hugs.
It feels like I have kept my dying wish.
Attach to me, dear, whatever you are,
I will ever be fiddling in your scar.
My finger nails rust into dust.
Your burger emits crumbs so little.
We promise not to consume lust
as the love we form is all so brittle.
My hair thins as time wears a cloth
so grey that the skyline weeps it away.
Forget so as to remember the froth
we breathe underwater astray.
Your smile needs to be framed before
it freezes in our absence in memory.
You may not believe I hear you swore
every time it lasts more than a century.
Count and me and you would be awake.
I would be asleep till the end of the break.
Unwanted laughter spills out in unexpected times.
Unmatched destinies cross paths once in a while.
Unwonted qualities introduce themselves as mimes.
Unceasing affections refuse to travel anymore miles.
Flip the unforeseen anxieties inside out.
Strip the reserved tenderness from curbs.
Dip the concentrated senses into a drought.
Grip the unyielding fervor until it burps.
In a tin can
In a rubbish bin
In a refrigerator
Ants are out
Moths are out
Cockroaches are out
Crawling on faces
Wiping off expressions
A glass of wine collapsed
A box of candies spoiled
A house of cards burned
Red prints on each wall
Red margins on each tile
Red liquor on each glass
Consume the last oxygen
In the atmosphere
Gravity pulls them down
Leaving me afloat
On the ceiling
On the attic
On the rooftop
Strands of hair
For any to feel
For any to sense
For any to bring
Such a weightless figure
I return to it,
a place I am supposed to belong.
This time with him.
Every stroke against the current
reduces my body mass a bit.
I remove my spectacles
to be able to see the underworld
Passersby trapped into a cycle,
keep looping at the same spot.
Head tilted on the other side–
I breathe water,
welling into my eyes.
He is on the other side.
The conveyor belt is rotating
until I stop at the middle.
The sky eats black particles
and throws up lasers.
Droplets moisten my throat,
as the water down here
adds lead onto
Wanting to disappear,
my face goes inside.
All the holes repel invaders.
Why could I not make
myself denser than
where I am now?
So I could sink,
sink at the bottom of it.
my favorite song.
Diligently, he is the same old self.
Snapshots of him going
backward and forward
retains my presence
So engaged that
I fade into the air.
takes over me
who is right over here.
I return to it.
I think it is where I belong.
I think until
my brain bursts.
But it still refuses to let me in.
So I let it go.
should let him go