#065

Tides-
they don’t pull you to me anymore.

The moon is a ball of pus, lying
all night till i’m drugged with hopes,
sobbing in sleep like a maniac, and
scars hide their stories
in my lonely chest-

“once upon a time there lived Love-

©Mohana Das

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