I want to offer my body
petals of seduction,
curved and surviving
into the madhouse of sickness
to the surviving lotus.
I may not scream as icicles of tears,
with hallow bites of you clinging my wrist,
Engines of ruffled sleeps,
constant pain and pool of madness,
I want to offer my naked eye
hanging blurred stiff body-
to the callous of falling bodies.
you & your sickened friend,
your friend & your shimmering body joints,
You see, my body became a home of insanity,
with ashes, leftovers,
clocks of loose time.
You see, i have been there,
dripping like cold blood.
And, i sniff and hurt more and more.
MVS
Whisper and the Roar 
Powerful piece.
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Thank you Sarah.
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Very moving and powerful. Thank you for sharing this work.
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My pleasure
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This is just BRILLIANT MVS
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Thank you love
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Brilliant as always, Devika.
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Excellent as always 👍
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Thank you Srikanth.
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Reblogged this on MY VALIANT SOUL and commented:
On Whisper and the Roar.
Go check out some more interesting work there.
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Knowing more is pure enrichment. It simply justifies the adoration felt in the first instance. No affirmations required, but right now while writing this I get the knowledge that adoration is turning into worship.
And that gives the celestial title- goddess.
Here to stay strongly
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