Years have walked by
dragging corpses of visions.
Entangled in knots of strings,
glistening in the bright lights
Like leftovers of some past,
clinging.
I saw you claw at them,
tearing skin in desperation,
to detatch,
Memories that have taken root.
White bone flashes
when all flesh withered
A torn tattered image floated in the air
listlessly
Dust swallowed you,
now your memories cling to my skin.
These are not the words of a 'failed' writer...
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly evocative at the same time lyrical and 'easy' in its flow...thanks for sharing.
Thanks Fatema.
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