“I desire the things that will destroy me in the end.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The elongated nights and their shapeless arrival
tiptoeing of these broken dreams
along the shattered corners of my heart
my goblin shaped nightmares
hiding around the corners
and monsters in the corridors wailing and calling my name
the nights stretch itself and cover every iota of my existence
the thin membrane of it
covering my soul
reminds me of the darkness in the womb
/but that felt safe wasn’t it/
sometimes the solitude
brings its own tranquility
and you get duped by the darkness
those broken dreams picks
at the black of my obsidian eye
where the dreams are falling down in the abyss
sitting at the edge of the darkness
where my own hands feel foreign to me.
–Megha
Photo by Dmytro Tolokonov on Unsplash
Oh wow. This is amazing.
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Thanks so much, Sarah for your love.
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Always, love.
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The words – and then the surprise ending – love it.
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Thanks so much Paul.Means a lot coming from you
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You’re very welcome
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A very high quality post Megha
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Oh thanks so much kurian.
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You are most welcome Megha
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That last line!!!
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aww..thanks Candice so much.Glad you liked it.
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