Conjurer of emotions,
A beast of varied origins
Cuts through the tanned thin skin
crawls beneath it.
Coils as Umbilical
creating tumulting flutters.
Courses through the blood to boil it and ruin the day
rampantly flaring the cells.
Hobbling through the canthus, pricking the eyes;
digs a deep pit in the palpitating heorte.
Plods over and smothers sleep.
slices through the bone to freeze
Suffocates the breath
Rip ribs apart and send chills down the spine.
Doesn’t wane with the passing days
Doesn’t crumble like a deck of cards
The scars heal but not the words that float
strikes over and over like hammers hitting a nail and ruckus the psyche
Envenomed letters of diverse alphabets flung blooms of gloom.
Panicked tears roll down the cheek, blur the vision and choke the retort.
The throbbing pain of wounds salted
drags to a mysterious realm.
Slouching toward a strange world
With Withering dreams,
Mangled thoughts and demoted spirits questioning existence.
~Beena. E. S