THE ANNIVERSARY

 Rosebuds stinks with time,

Their little mouths burning black

lazy to put their red lipstick

to say how sweet love is.

(Now) we are both cold mannequins,

mute and deaf,

the floating light dreams, forgotten and

 rotting in the breast pockets.

A dynasty of ghosts wrapped

in nostalgia, their eyeballs

 white and yellow, singing congratulations.

Two snakes dancing in a blue mask,

after gifting a basket of apples,

so red as a heart plucked.

The leather sandals of a fairy godmother

Chiseled in the edges,

witnessing the massacres and

laughing at the bald moon-

A scar in the sky, where saints are afraid

to talk of unmiraculous women like me.

You stand there, non-guilty,

like refined snow of a winter morning,

white and pure. And cold.

You try to pull me out of a blue sack,

the one I knitted after meeting you,

telling that you are the curve of God

I used to pray to.

Should I be grateful to be invited

to become a purple pawed specimen

in your golden cage?

 You – a man, a man,

Shrieking and hissing to possess.

You, the paradise where I used to play.

You, the comet tail that burned with time.

You, the gleaming corpse of past.

I reclaim myself against your wax fingers

and become a foetus in a glass jar,

not complaining about coldness

because I am drowning, and I know it.

I had tied you to my wrist,

a mighty balloon,

a false hope-

to have myself stand normal.

A pilgrim in search of salvation,

offering the pulp of her heart.

A toddler in square box gaping at

unasked sweets made of milk.

But then we forgot each other’s eyes,

Just like fingers let slip the words and

Your little beak chews my

uncooked flesh in luxury-

“Princess, princess, little whore”.

Ripples in the sea as sea gulls

recite poems I never heard of,

and your mouth, pink and smooth

as a baby’s, call me a liar.

I am not ashamed nor sad,

for I can build you out of all

the silences inside me and

still lie through my teeth that

I don’t know you.

Home, home- total lies…

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