Words ooze out from the corners
of your mouth, your frosty voice
makes the gods tremble—
they now need a glass of moonshine.
The night is paused on LED screens.
The quietness of eating alone
in this rented room is too loud to bear.
a staccato bark of madness.
Is it your heartbeat?
There is pain that seeks its way out
through the crack in your heart.
This too shall pass as time goes by.
The overhead yellow light is on—
you are by yourself at the dinner table.
Pick up the pen, bleed poetry.
Poetry by Yayāti
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Written on 2020-02-13 at 13:03
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