Monday, 20 June 2016

The Storm

Hands that were once mine, strangle me
words echo silences and shouts in turns

The storm wades every crevice and nook
And hurricane black-holes devor spaces, sounds

My heart shrinks a little to escape fumes
I seek desperate cliffs to cling on to life

Amaranthine anger explodes around me
Coloring me in your plastic perception 
 
When the rain washes me clean of colors
I dry myself to another beautiful day with you 
My heart peeps out into sunlight, a little shrunk 

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