Her (An Original Poem)

Her

Witness
The raging chaos
Hidden deep within the duress
The trembling breaths
Pacified with cigarettes

Unconcealed
The poetry in her body
That the scars yell hoarse
The sleepless nights
Covered with kohl

Can you see HER?
Not her body
Her story
Unleashed within the calm
Deep within the object
Of desire and fire

Do you see it yet?
Her essence
Running through your veins
Unbidden
But there.
Present
HEALING

And if,
The Love evades
She Conquers the self

For her immortal light
cannot be doused by
mortal lust

For her blistering stars are
The sobering storms

Death of #confessionsofaserialemotionalmasochist
Birth of HER

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Last Seven Days Poems :

• Hidden
• Trapped
• How?
• There is
• Me Too.
• I Laughed.
• Let it Cry.

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Image Source : Pixabay

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