Fantasies & Fiction

There’s a fantasy, at the surface of my spine

It flutters into your arms like a Gothic Romance choking on its own saliva

I spill the rainbows that you planted in my bladder ~ an acid leaves my body crawling on all fours,

There’s a lullaby growing in my belly & with every kiss, you extract a note from it until every syllable is infused with your name

A name this territory knows all too well, a fantasy that speaks my name like it’s the only poetry that matters; the only fiction worth realization.

-Nameera Anjum Khan

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5 Comments

  1. michnavs says:

    Wow, this is beautiful

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    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you so much, I’m so glad to hear that coming from you!

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Birthing a universe.

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    1. Nameera says:

      Thank you so much! Indeed, poetry is a universe that demands its existence in such exquisite ways.

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      1. And it’s our obligation to give it life.

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