Thursday, 8 September 2016

Coming Home





Stay;
through the trails of blood and tears,
that I drew from his heart to mine;
on his jaded eyes;
on my shaking palms..stay.
Stay;
warped, beneath our uncertain stride;
together, with our flayed flesh and smeared blood.
Stay;
As my heart beats along with the notes of Malhar
waiting bone-dry for the downpour.
until the drizzle at least…
Innocence…stay.
~K

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