I lay shattered among broken shards
Of memory
Scratched and peeled by splintered
Edges;
Sensations bled,
Seeping through the membranes
Of sticky band-aids,
Rotting the stitches in bubbling venom;
I swept away the sharp stubs
Into satchels of yesterdays,
Dumped into trash cans of
Current day chimes,
yet they remain as if forever,
the stench overwhelming,
choking to death;
Poetry wept at the tip
Of my quill that once
dripped stars of a thousand promises,
Dipped in the ebony ink of your eyes;
I finally rip the creases of time
And pluck the memories embedded
Tight,
Hugging them close, I crumble them
Into my universe,
Once and for all;
Now I stand fearless and gallant,
Emboldened in the memories of roses and thorns.
-Rupa
