Fire curtain


It is a cruel and deserted world. Only stacks of papers funnel around you and I in this empty space. There’s something embedded within your cold demeanor. Your fake laughs, the way your hands shake when you lose control, your pointless hunger for power. We’re like mice roaming around in a dusty, cold, metallic warehouse. We’re sick, our eyes are red, and we breathe in toxic air. You need not say a word, I hear it all in your bloodshot, tired eyes.

I wish I could save you, but I’m sorry. I can’t save someone who’s hungry for pride. Your psychosis empowers and obliterates everything on its way. The more I look at your sunken cheeks, the more I find this love and frustration
This scorching fire red rippling through, in tidal waves
Snatching and covering the naked flesh
These luscious hallucinations
Spinning, incomprehensible sensations
Tactile, careful traces
Along ghastly fleshes
This need to hold on
To shattered wishes that fall through our arms
Tumbling
Along powerful universal rays
That flame a spiritual ignition, in between two stellar body fusions
All of this encapsulated in the salty, wet
Sweat drop
That reflects a wonder world
Upon your skin.

Take me there, hand to hand, fingers interlocked. This world is paradise, there’s no need for words. Just silence and pain. Heightened dreams… made-up games. There only exists sweet desserts and lush, accompanied by our humming and music that weave in and out of us.
Hidden, under a curtain of red fire. Churning, and smoking
Inseparable as two molten rocks.

FireCurtain

Published by Samasya Tapasya

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