INSIDIOUS
there is a stone inside of me
that i cant break; choked by
a ball in my mouth
that i cant swallow
cant spit out
my anger has flowed to the gutter
along with the vomit of
the whiskey and undigested kolkata
biryani
my beauty is that of the coward man
contained in his boundaries
defending the indefensible
the clock ticks one two three
second by second
the muscles slacken from age
the bones bend
reminding me of me
the day loosing its scent
the brightness turning into stuporous amber
till one day when nothing is left
i am face to face with the stone
i try to cut it out
but its chained to my heart
the clocks tick
i breathe
nothing happens.
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