Friday, September 29, 2017

Aakriti Kuntal writes



Pariah

Fingers fold and crumple, 
Disperse 
particles of sand roam, 
widowed
and the earth spins, satin black

Structure remains, fist and cage
A false light imbuing air
with the treachery of hope

I empty my timeline
into a teacup
Watch it soak porcelain, 
amoebic stars feeling the clanking rim

We unsettle
where we form
Formation is endlessly ugly
and existence violent

Death arrives and collapses
between sleek fibroid lips, violet oscillations
Pretence extending like a sheet, 
holding cadaverous air

And the body continues,
in its endless lie
As unforgiving as your truth
 Pariah -- Marcos Dimas

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