Alive
With a vestige of myself within me,
she tells me to hold her firmly.
she is prone to misery
prone to death,
cause she is the curse herself.
she's afraid that the cacophony of finks will consume her,
and it will slowly start to euthanise her,
The body is alive and sound, working effortlessly,
cause it's the heart that is scarred for an eternity.
Now i am the one with a facade,
beneath that, there's a carcass of a breathing body
maimed by so many....
Copyright © Raima Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2026
|