bodies, naked, unfurled?
flesh, skin, bones,
marbled eyes, pain, screams,
blinding sand, spread across the collarbone.
smiling faces, licking lips,
ecstasy dancing with conviction
bills, paper bills mostly, thrown
across the turquoise floor.
bed sheets speak volumes,
the notes differ in light, colors and timezone.
the morning light tiptoes in,
the bags are already packed,
the passport, an omega speedmaster, a bunch of chnargers,
all arranged neatly on the mahogany table.
the bills are handed to the concierge,
the dress is ironed, checkout is at 11am.
he leaves at 10.50am in the morning.
the cleaners tell her to move out fast.
the absence is stronger than the presence.
he is waiting in line for a taxi,
and suddenly there is only a single soul in the room.
there was always a single soul in the room.
the girl arranges the ends of her hair neatly,
she puts on her blush and cherry red lipstick.
there wasn't really two souls in the room.
it was always one. the other was just a silhoutee.
she realises this as she sees brown scratch marks on her neck,
the blood dried out.
her feet hurt, is it a splinter?
she looks for splinters there is none.
his soul hasn't left her body,
but her body has left her soul.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC
bodies, naked, unfurled?
flesh, skin, bones,
marbled eyes, pain, screams,
blinding sand, spread across the collarbone.
smiling faces, licking lips,
ecstasy dancing with conviction
bills, paper bills mostly, thrown
across the turquoise floor.
bed sheets speak volumes,
the notes differ in light, colors and timezone.
the morning light tiptoes in,
the bags are already packed,
the passport, an omega speedmaster, a bunch of chnargers,
all arranged neatly on the mahogany table.
the bills are handed to the concierge,
the dress is ironed, checkout is at 11am.
he leaves at 10.50am in the morning.
the cleaners tell her to move out fast.
the absence is stronger than the presence.
he is waiting in line for a taxi,
and suddenly there is only a single soul in the room.
there was always a single soul in the room.
the girl arranges the ends of her hair neatly,
she puts on her blush and cherry red lipstick.
there wasn't really two souls in the room.
it was always one. the other was just a silhoutee.
she realises this as she sees brown scratch marks on her neck,
the blood dried out.
her feet hurt, is it a splinter?
she looks for splinters there is none.
his soul hasn't left her body,
but her body has left her soul.
