curly toes and fingernails twice as thick
with old banana peel dried and crusted
jarred underneath
skin that tastes like plastic
a distraught girl with flowers growing
out of her head
eyes bleeding onto the pavement
but the heart is still beating
am I supposed to make sense
or are you
I said it’s time to go
but the doctor told me I’m fine
so I went to another
maybe five
and they all said the same thing
make sure you’re walking the dog
and that the dog’s not walking you
well maybe I want the dog to drag me
raw across the pavement
just know my hearts still beating

bare and vulnerable
hug me til dawn

cover my flaws
caress my scars
kiss me
as if my skin is porcelain
with no lines that say i'm broken

delve yourself into me
let my heart beat for your own
as your own does for me

hand me your love
and pull my pain away
let me taste the eternity
and passionate severity

oh, please tell me
that this is not a ragged hum
of a wild beast when midnight come

tell me you love me
tell me you still love me
in spite my skin
in spite my bare being

The man who said he was a giver,
Chose to put his feelings first.
My vulnerability made him waver,
As if being vulnerable was a curse.

The man who said he didnt want to hurt me,
Led me on to believing i had a chance.
When we cuddled in the corner of the backseat,
Butterflies in my tummy started to dance.

He strung me along like a puppet,
Orchestrated a plan that was so wrong.
He played me like a trumpet,
Perfect tune to my favourite song.

A fool i was to believe every word.
Still, he is worse for being such a coward.
Being vulnerable does not mean I am weak,
It means I'm strong enough to weather through the bleak.
Maybe one day he will finally understand
That trying not to hurt me, hurt me in the end.

You have so many petals to share
Intricate curves and edges
But they’re densely packed inside you

The bees are buzzing
Yearning for their fill
The crisp air
Waiting to flow through you

The rain didn’t replenish
The sunshine couldn’t nourish
The soil never uplifted
The child failed to pluck you

A perfect recipe with an imperfect outcome
The sunshine hits and your stems are scorched
The storm rolls and the rain turns to acid
The soil poisons your roots

What brings life to most deadens you
The strongest being couldn’t live like this
You cry out for an escape
So the shadows begin looming

The darkness ensues and the energy departs

The sunshine no longer scorches
The rain no longer corrodes
The soil no longer venom

The shadows are your refuge
Safe from the outside
The torment

But it’s lonely now
You miss what it felt like to feel

Empty

Open up little flower

The vengeance of morrow clouds
Move in ugly hounds
Provoking the unspoken to reach,
With guns and machetes handed to each
No mercy to the grounds that soak
The innocent blood of the vulnerable bloke
Help no other, of why should one
A hit shot dead, from a firing gun
Unarmed, visibility proof shown
Then why, was he deliberately disowned
Skin deep colors, reflect those eyes
When questioned, they ***** all lies
The growing crisis, has built cratic
Racism trolls, what remains static?
Absurd riots, counting the days
Shame no shame on the current slays
The one almighty, patiently watching all
One by one, the countries will fall...



©Seema Sen, 2020