Vaccum In The Body

 Sleeveless emotions draped in 

D    I       C     H     T    O        M   Y

Pungent sham of blood dripped

coiled

I laugh at the manipulative sight.

Unexplored language

halted in my mouth

I  V   O   R   Y    Breathe of Satan's fingers 

Ringed on my lower lips;  

The fronted arm hung on my limb of origami clothes.

Emotions degenerated the follicles.

I heard the whispers of the subconscious mind.

   The instinct fell into a narrow trap.

        C R I S S C R O S S  the same realm of mighty truth

The body exposes the minted fragrance of virtuous calibrations.

Room of decor

               Crevices of faith

                         Misery of mindscape

Metallic wind clutches the decorum of a mortal figure.

Karma: Repetition of cosmic constellations dragged in symmetry.

 Hype of words

               Hybrid duality of Samskaras

                              Driving force of deeds

Ubiquitous mildness of speech succumbs to the anatomy of the soul. 

The mind has deep holes.

           Holes of shame and guilt dressed in a mass of anger. 

Heated flames dropping anguish desires.

  Camouflaged vision dilates the integrity.

             I felt the numbness in the nipple of the torso.

            Health hangs a bit high in the cauldron of anxiety. 

I again heard the whispers of the melted skin.

I don’t know to whom it belongs.

Chestnut scars blindfolded the larynx; 

stitching my eclipse. 

Rational beliefs

            Correlated choices

These are the treasures of my body.

I’m the plasma of uncontrolled thoughts; 

ferocious yet inescapable.

Flaunting my belly curves,

I dribbled the latent layers of my flesh

The body has become a prescribed antidote for my sullen charm, 

a bit low in the moving diameters.

I’m the steaming hot lava of laughing Buddha, 

where jocose laughter left me breathless.

Remnants of human desires slipped into my arms,

Bits of truth and integrity have vanished from human’s mind,

Gawking at the vacuum dispersed in the charcoal air.

I belong to my mortal being; 

the scientifically derived structure of my body.

I choose to be quiet in the alarming patriarchal situation.

The situation of being glancing at the outermost layer of myself.

Body whisper in my ears — 

the rotten dream floating in a languid path.

Path of anxiety,

Path of fumes,

Path of succumbed emotions

I confessed to being distressed by my curvaceous onion-pricked body.

Layer after layer,

Segments of fragile existential Humans throb in my head.

I fermented my body in a pantomime scarf.

Body thuds....