EVERY BREATH I TAKE IS A MUTINY, A REVOLUTION

 Every breath I take is

a mutiny , a revolution.

The goddess and I have 

the same blood in us, 

She is adored and 

I am told that am impure.

Women like me die everyday 

but then wears our shed skins

 in the next morning

 listening to the quarrelling  of 

mustard seeds bathing in hot oil.

Strawberry moons hide 

behind silver clouds while 

women like me are eaten by drunk penises.

Panting they leave to 

the other side of the bed

 and dream about salary hikes. 

Women like me then bleed 

in thousand scarlet shades

 and pens down grief

 in the words we know,

 knowing no one reads it 

nor understands. 

Fear taste like black coffee 

we take in the office, 

and plays around us 

like a child chasing 

shadows of evening.

We feed ourselves

 with little salted lies 

packed in yellow pouches 

and brushes our teeth 

to shine bright in made up smiles.

There is an ache inside us, 

Inside me 

That I can't write or say. 

Every smile I flash is a

helpless tear vapourized.

Every breath I take is 

a mutiny, a revolution .

Darkness feels so loud.

Caged inside myself

 with no keys existing , 

how can I sleep to soft lullabies?

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