cw: mentions of death ashen faces andash tinged tombstoneshave more in commonthan just their hue.more often than not,they symbolize the end,of struggles and suffering;and a few lives. something about cemeteriesmakes my blood run cold;tear stained faces,puffed crimson eyeballs,and desolate cries ricochetall around and drench my soulin gut wreching despair.deep inside, I’m not readyto admit thatContinueContinue reading “death is just another part of life”
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a poem for my dead lover
the last fumes from the funeral pyrerise up in all their ashen glory, meldingwith the sooty storm clouds that hauntcerulean skies, and my sallow spirits. its been a week since I last saw youopen the door and walk out into the night,and heard your contagious laugh echoas you told you’d be back before twelve. youContinueContinue reading “a poem for my dead lover”
the world is red (dead)
tw: self harm, suicide goosebumps rise up on my skinwhen I trace the names i’ve drawn(carved) with shards of the mirror(my soul) on the swell of my hips. my lovers say my hips were (are)too wide and too burdensome to becaressed by their meagre hand spans. so I relieve them of this burden andinstead wearContinueContinue reading “the world is red (dead)”
aishvarya 