Physical Existence- Devika Mathur

Dyslexia, into my thin membrane
to hear your wounding tales
Pervicacious drops of blood stick to my venom
I hear wars, tremors, haze into the folds of my skin,
like palpable beggar’s eye.
My white bed-sheet mark my body with cuts, acidic tears
Proliferating porous permanent scars
Hush, my words are twisting into my own stomach,
My thick mouth deteriorates again and again
Observe my skin, its expanding its dimensions
Changing seasons, changing colours
Squalid eyes pinch the glance, time pokes thorns on my tongue
Am I a myth, still being a reality?
Or I am the reality in your venal liquid baked body.

©My Valiant Soul


 

2 thoughts

  1. “Am I a myth, still being a reality?”
    Valiant, my poetess you took me by awe with every piece I read. And I am more and more lost in the Amazing world.
    Oh my! Twisting words, expanding dimensions, changing seasons.
    Just loved all of this and you ❤️

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