Sandy shores inside my mouth
There are tides in my tongue that erase your name every time I trace it on the corners of my mouth
I create a vigour in my ribs that swirls in the tangerine buds of the laughing skies
My paper feet are cut in places that can never learn to sleep,
I eat this canvas until I’m the piece of art
But I’m deranged in places that don’t exist loud enough
Bit by bit
Until the flesh is a bare secret-
It’s your story but you keep peeling it away,
Look at you now – a subsumed flame in a nest of rage, a holy prayer covered in filth and harbouring a look that says more than actions do;
You’re a ship in the sky, sailing away the gravity in hopes of falling on the ground.
You never do.
-Nameera Anjum Khan
Before this day ends, I decided to pen down a muse which was quite spontaneous, which speaks for itself I suppose :3
There was a potpourri of thoughts behind this one but the most particular one was – the description of a toxic relationship and the fear of conformity to truth. Sometimes, people lock themselves up in a cage because they fear getting hurt and in the process, they end up hurting others. It’s an interesting paradox to reflect upon but going through it is an entirely different phase.
Conclusively, I’d like to add that vulnerability is a very precious thing and if someone decides to take off their mask in front of you, you’re not under an obligation to reciprocate the same. You must take your time but through means that don’t end up hurting others.
Thank you for reading, have a nice time ahead!