Taking in a deep breath,
You feel the cold air burn your lungs
The feeling of life rushing through your veins

Holding your breath is a very risky experiment
If you hold it in too long,
The feeling of life that you barely even notice anymore will disappear

Wake up, you must realize that there are others like you
The ones who like to play with their lives like its a simple game
Except its not a game

I lick the snake bites
on my thighs,
call it healing.
poison in my veins,
in my head.
wound's cold now,
so am I.

Prerna K

Elusive thoughts and dreams,
Permeant to the mind.
Merely phasing through the realities of my soul.
I loved the sickness of the mind,
A dark murky cloud of an unpredictable storm.
Pushing through the phases of that empty vastness,
Drowning in a swirling mix of confusion,
Spreading like a poison throughout the veins of a twisting,
Winding,
Painful injection upon the skin.
Living through the soreness of a long familiar ache,
Yearning for a peace that never quite settled.

You aren't just gold and starlight
you are my every word
my dialect, my stanza, my every thought
you leave me tongue tied

You are my entire language,
you make my speech so clumsy
all my words are tripping over themselves
just to please you and only you

You are my linguist dream,
I love to study the poetry in your veins
the sonnets in your eyes,
the limericks in your lips

You are literature incarnate,
and I worship you

Recoil. And recoil fast.
She was of simple taste so He shattered her veiny lungs with his spit almost effortlessly.
Under his weight she was stunted, her limbs frozen by the constant of his blarring audioporn.
At every touch she had to brace herself for his embrace.