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My throat is numb,
I don’t feel the barbwire in my esophagus

My feet are purple,
I’m dangling them with an anchor

My wrists swollen,
fingers about to fall from restriction

My face bloated,
from every love bite.

Lips, still red
always smiling
 Oct 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Rhys
The neon lights have burned too bright,
my wings have been singed black.
I flew too high and failed to find
all the feelings my heart lacks.
Fleeing all my sweetest demons
in the deepest depths of night
I found faith during my darkest days
and praised my futile fall from flight
When I caught him in bed with another woman; I asked him-Why?
He shrugged and said-"I am a warm-blooded man"
So I smashed his face and broke his nose; He asked me-Why?
I shrugged and said-"I am a cold-blooded woman"
One thing I always fail to understand is why do people cheat on their partners; If they can't be monogamous, then why do they even get into a relationship. Is loyalty so undesirable?
 Oct 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
Terry
Your love is a beautiful chaos that has driven me to the depths of insanity.
there are stories in your feet;
chronicles of to and fro.
footprints - an appropriate name -
on pages of sand
and gravel
and stone
and clay
where have you been?
where did you go?
for I cannot read your steps
and I beg to hear your tales
and right now
I am parched for your words
sitting
alone on a crowded beach
with sand in my ears
 Oct 2020 Mohan Jaipuri
F
Haunting me
From a corner on the floor
His t-shirt
um chile anyways sooo
I am sensitive;

If you hurt me,

I'll shrink...




If you hurt me;

I'll shrink...

But I'll grow!




I'm sensitive;

My growth will hurt you...

I've my thorns.




I'll shrink;

I'll never stop growing;

I'm a plant  "touch me not"!
It's about life or plant..
welcoming to cold
how quickly you change your face
cut right to the bone
Psych ward poetry #7
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