ceiling at all

the walls i blink

corners! pull me

may be the door. push

cracked inside

up shattered around

those prescribed

big. and small. oval. circle.

some white. orange i swallow

freedom !

repeat !

stucked. heavy. dry. itchy

some yellow, green i inhale



not the ultimatum

never shalt be it.

pain.. i rapture

no regrets.. i savour.

this 4:2:1

this black box:

blacker than the organ.


i hear a her..

solacing me…

“A bone heals. A bruise fades. but art is forever.”




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