The cunning table, the treacherous hearts

once soaked in tremor breath,

but, blood is yet to spread—

in the darkness, ravenous souls seek,

loom in the dark, lost flowers shake

near the lake.

Memories/ dream/ a fake thrust trap,

She holds up for breath of near blow,

Only to be touched by the dew,

“remember my child, this world is gonna eat you alive.”

The moment of arrival vanished,

in seeking validation, heart thumps aloud—

foregone of the reasons, the marble

floor shake up in violet purple outlook.

“You must not show it,”

“Then let me drench in rain,”

“Read the malice and gulf the coast?”

“but—

“Only the sky can blemish in gray.”

She hung her head low,

for the unknown shot,

It never came, back to the point

where they build bars to cage

and bane, he shudders in the cold floor—

For the first time, grim ravishing appears

in dark blue, lights, fairly dimming phoenix

“Who must be you, tell me first.”

She only had wants, desire fleet over

her bones, the tips of her nails

bruised in his flesh, “You don’t know,

You don’t know!” The clock ticks back

in Hemingway’s wheel.

All masks disappear in despair,

but hope is another downfall,

never letting you seek, never letting you back—

the rosemary flowers nod in approval,

Wait before the last.

She weaves her hand over her

disdain heart, can anyone know

what’s in veins?

— 31st May, 2024.

part (iii) is coming up soon!