The Afterlife of Love


One of these days I’d die of the fatality of this affair.

It’s etching, this feeling.

My lungs are emptying

And I stare in the space

Where once love stood

Wetting my mouth and my cunt with its sweet appraisal.

Now there’s ashes in my mouth

And the pits have replaced my eyesockets

I am ugly, it seems.

Love won’t approach me.

Dressed exactly how I want it to be, dressed.

In dried brown leaves and smelling like you.

I had been dangling.

From one object to the other

And from one feeling to the other.

My mind trying to find an orgasmic pleasure.

And it did,

Oh! But my sweet etching love

When did you change?

Leaving me pricking my own skin

Watching it shed blood, in perfect round dots.

I am perfectly out of my mind now

Scared of every approaching beast dressed in the most beautiful costumes

Listen to me,

I feel a lot

So much that my mind starts abusing my heart

And threatens to kill it if it starts complaining.


I keep quiet you know.

And watch you slip away

Loving you still, for my heart might die if I don’t.



Red but Gray


Color of my blood, red.

Same is the colour of your anger.

Scrape my supple skin with your red colour ridden nails.

And make me bleed a little brighter.

Turn by turn and bit by bit,

Pluck my hair from the space within.

Fix a gaze at me and find,

The pits that will show you what’s inside?

Cut my chest open.

And leave it with my ribs broken.

Take my lungs out and show it to the world,

There’s enough tar in it but not enough blood.

Break my skull,

And thread by thread,

Unwind my brain.

Throw it in the rain, let it go down the drain.

A cold knife,

Tracing my warm thighs

Cut them deep and cut them right,

Make them call me a sad sight.

Take a pin

And puncture my eye,

Tell the world I said goodbye.

It’s now time for my vision to die.

My snide heart,

Rip it off my chest.

Give it to those gruesome kids,

Who could toss it and fret.

Leave it in the air

Unguarded, unwanted

Until it wears off and turns gray.