Demise (#15)

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I am a flower pot
Tumbling down the table,
I still shatter in your palms
As you try to catch me;
Now we’re both bleeding world’s sucking our tongues while the galaxies around us burst open into nothingness

My mouth is a sex fluttering like the butterfly in your belly
It crawls down your abdomen and leaves a word on your thigh
You discover it once the moon dies away
As the sun ties a knot with Alzheimer’s

There is no light to burn the tips of our desires
But did I ever tell you of the flames hidden in my heart, tucked away in between the day and night?

You come closer
I am the flower out-growing the pot,
I am the pot filling the flower – the singing that eats the lyrics and churns on dead instruments

You come closer
And I’m the shattering and a bloodshed
I’m the demise, in tangent sighs and maroon walls.

-Nameera Anjum Khan


8 Comments

  1. This was one of the best endings of your pieces! The depth of those raw feelings is heartbreaking yet quite engaging to read.

    And this is my favourite line –
    ‘There is no light to burn the tips of our desires
    But did I ever tell you of the flames hidden in my heart, tucked away in between the day and night?’

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  2. Beautifully put, you are of sight, sound and mind lovely.🌹. The flame within your heart that hides between the day and night, that line was gorgeous, it symbolized that the burning desire will not extinguish and it can always be sparked again. Your words are ember, they will always hold a spark.🔥

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