The lopsided demon

Haunted my memories of

Teenage years under the blanket of pretences,

Till date the blanket has cuddled

My sorrows like an unforeseen lover.

The dilemma of us happening under

The mushy tree of romance

Kept me up in a murderous twilight.

I did end up sort of owning you

Under the light of fading postures

Of flesh.

But the dilemma lived on to embrace

Once again.

The philosophies failed

when I unplugged from the world,

the words uttered were boring, unbeautiful

But I yearned for the same mushy tree of romance.

Photography by Sara Não Tem Nome


by Aishika Mitra

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