Through the witching hour she cries

Veiled stories flood her mind

swept by mellifluous tones of lust

Still, conscience breaks through her skin

Traces of fingertips and lips

patterned on her supple skin

Yet her mind wanders; mistakes,

longing to touch the bottom

a bottomless abyss of sins

You asked what am I?
I am just a bunch of unanswered questions which you always ignore and sideline!
Just a face to your questions,
from which you want to escape!

I hate people
Even though i know i shouldn't
It's easier that way
Hating is easier than loving
So is living in the past and not forgiving
Human beings are backwards but...
I'm human too.

two worlds within me
one rule-abiding
and the other rule-smashing

how do they coexist
in a world of culture
and tradition

if I choose for myself
i’m selfish and
irresponsible

if I follow the rules
then I won’t be living
authentically

recent conversations
have made me hold a mirror
to myself

wondering again
how do I bring these two worlds
together

I just want to live
my truth without hurting
anyone.

Just clear rejection is the fact of disinterest or integrity falling in pieces
Discomfort building in no more comfortable silences
Or paraphernalia of glances loosing it's eccentricity
Here we stand alone and no longer want to indulge in favors
Growing cold and abandoning what we savoured
Here we stand alone no longer want to clarify our choices
Whatever we'll say sounds foist
This weather is turning sad and so is our love
Disinterest building from distance or from lack of trust
It's fermenting with ignorance, leading sour roots
Day by day growing
And filling our lack of pursuit

War in the womb
Your death or mine 
****** if not kept 
Suicide if it is 
Either way
Agony

corona
   naked
    dilemma
         malady
             dying