sprawled across the bed, your bosom
rises and collapses, like your one deep...
you open your eyes
and the world resolves...
Twenty Twenty was meant to be my year.
You know, the one where I worked it all out...
Time thrilling as it is, stands still for no
Impatient individual hoping to make...
Some days I'm very much
in the now...
Your silence
is killing tiny...
A mimicry
of what it used to be...
I desire vengeance
an atonement for the sin...
You feed me breadcrumbs,
stale and unappetising...
Looking into a mirror,
is not an easy thing to do...
and then, you –
picturesque, plaited hair unfurled into loose...
Capsuled emotions
dissolve in an ocean of...