the demons squat over all that's mine
like a bliss of happiness staining me
brittle is what i've seen myself becoming
like a beauty queen dressed up for memorial
existence seems so unrealistic in fog
the vague outline of my sinking ship
should i whine over my ship?
or disguise myself with plume
"the feathery smile i always carry"
winds sniff the graves,i hear enchants of weary
lidded for centuries under earth
all the long gone glories!
reeks of these putrescent glories
disseminated by my deeds
banal finished steles wants an integument
to hide of my senelities!
windows starved of light,stalkers char me behind
all petulent,hoping for integument in linen white!!!!!
---RUSHIKESH SHINDE{elrussa}
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