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The Rioting Bones

Moonlight guides the path

to the backyard

of my sturdy house.

I firmly grip

the rusty shovel,

woken up from a decade of slumber

in the dusty tool shed.

Hidden treasures lie within these soils,

so I dig deep

unearthing secrets

buried for far too long.

Skeletons arise enraged from the ground,

rioting against

the wrongful entrapment

of their guiltless souls.

Their bony hands are cold

against my bare skin,

cracking as they grab me

from all ends.

My shelter, ravaged,

my soul, tormented,

all hope is gone as I exhale

one last breath.

~

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The Shape of She

Soft skin

smoothly slithering

on silk sheets.

Lavender aroma flows

across the room,

as her back elavates

into ecstatic shapes.

~

inspired by the prompt ‘arches’.

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Heinous Deeds

Feet pushing against sun-kissed sand,

tortured by the sizzling heat.

The sea routinely greets

a gentle wave, ‘Hi’,

drawing back, whispering ‘Goodbye’.

You see,

it is a lovely summer day,

people laying almost naked

on their beach-towels,

presumably obsessed with healthy lifestyle

and a weekly dose of Vitamin D.

To me

the day is different,

shoulder blades penetrate my skin

as I haul a deceased body

across the voiceless shore.

Trail the putrid odour

to its wretched source,

another body disposed

in the pungent pile.

Drag my feet to the other end,

trying hard to not hurl,

the gagging is growing

quicker than the pile is decomposing.

How mundane!

I have to do this chore

again, and again.

Burdened, I feel hopeless,

corpses conjured continuously

on my doorstep,

seems that I am enslaved,

haunted by ghosts

seeking your retribution.

~

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Unchained

Liberated from shackles

enforced by society

that surrounded our bodies.

Spontaneous thoughts

able to run wild

chasing dreams,

like a coyote

hunting on soft snow,

pouncing at the slightest of opportunities.

Undressed from our cloaks

of constant worry,

leaping into endless oceans head first,

eyes wide open to uncover

the mysteries that lie ahead.

~

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Entombed

Buried underneath piles of blankets,

every blanket that was lying in your house,

hiding you lay

termbling

in a frozen tomb.

You have laid your bed

stalling inevitable death

as the last bit of warmth runs off,

terrorized of your hollow, ice-cold chest.

Eyes glued shut

icicles band lashes together,

spiteful fists clenched,

ridged fingernails dig

deep in bleeding pale hands.

–

My heart once ablaze,

you had extinguished it dry,

a heart inept of thawing you

out of a gruesome death.

~~

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Wrapped in Your Arms

Let me be your octopus

wrap my tentacles around you,

carry me with you

anywhere, anytime.

Imprinted on your clothes,

squeezing your body tightly,

the memories of my touch

invade your brain.

My breathe tickles your neck

as I rub your goofy hair,

into your vision I will slide

so your eyes exude delight.

Dive into the oceanic waters,

out of your insecurities, undress,

I’ll escort you to a sunken cavern.

two lovers in unison, merge.

~

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A Needle’s Touch

Door slams behind my back

my shoes sink in the damp rug.

Wet jacket hugging my body tightly,

my chest pounding heavily,

the stuffy air from the clinic

infiltrates my nostrils.

I give in my papers like I’m supposed to,

my arms trembling in anticipation,

waiting in queue after four others.

the clock barely ticking –

panic freezes time.

An eternity in line,

ten minutes to be precise.

invited in

take a seat.

My mind cannot rest –

she wants my human flesh

to tear me apart,

drain the blood out of my body,

JUST GET IT OVER WITH!

The needle poked my fragile skin

crimson red blood filling tube

after tube

after tube,

all is done while my mind

still expecting pain to stab my arms.

Guess it is all over now,

rest.

the blood is no longer in my hands.

~ An Appeal to everyone on World Aids Day to

1. Get informed and break the stigma

2. Get tested frequently

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Sinner on the loose

Heart colder than stone,

skin paler than winter snow,

rigid body without a soul

sinner amidst a freak show.

“Repent, Repent”

you yell at me,

clenching in your hands

an inanimate crucifix.

Mourn my innocence,

cleanse my home

with incense,

purification unachievable.

Haunt me every night,

threaten all you want,

but the murderer runs wild

lurking in your shadow.

Witness of unspoken claims,

put the blame on me,

your legs chained

you cannot run free.

My mind does not know

neither guilt nor fear,

every dagger that you point

ends up deep in your chest.

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Secret Recipe

Get a water tank

big enough to fit in.

Fill with water,

mix in a bucket of the self-pity powder

and bring to a boil.

Jump in and lock yourself,

let yourself burn

while being trapped

helplessly.

The self-pity mixture makes it impossible

for you to drown,

somehow you remain

underwater forever,

bystanders watching you suffer

excruciating pain.

Warning: If you manage to get yourself out,

realise that you are drenched with self-pity,

throw yourself on a frying pan

to let the juices sizzle.

Serve with a cup of shame

and shower in grated guilt.

 

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Fertile (under)ground

I have been mad,

angered that you left

without ever returning.

At first guilt overridden my consciousness,

until I shifted the blame

and realised you were the one gone,

and I hated you, intensely.

Now regret fills me

as your grave lays in front of me,

my feet sinking in muddy soil.

Savage weeds surround you,

so I wonder

how could I not realise

that you have been gone all this time?

I have been mad,

waiting for someone who is dead.

Finally I can grief,

what we used to be way before,

and I can plant seeds

on the fertile ground

as to replace what’s gone

with beautiful scenery.

In these grounds I will let all my anger go,

cleanse myself,

to be able to start afresh,

breathe in new purposes

into a newer life.

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