Summertime, midnight

 Wine

 And naked confessions.

 A veritable bedlam of pathos.

                  An X-rayed heart

                  Dissected on the floor

                  Diseased soul

                  False, Edwardian sentiments.

 You and

 Your disquieting muses

 A dissatisfying madness

 A few vinegary tears.

                  The indelible smell

                  Of skin against skin

                  Love,

                  Forgotten, cosmetic.

 Harrowing illusions

 Voicelessness, inglorious female.

 Jilted.

Attraversiamo.

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Ipsita Kabiraj

Ipsita Kabiraj

Living life one book at a time :)

Namasté.