Downwind

I’m still here.

Only this time, downwind.

❤️

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All Of Us Pagans Cry

I am seeking, again

The restlessness shimmers

under my skin

I walk in the sun, reflective

Look at my hands- they darken

As the heat of realization

effectively

Beats every frivolity out of me

Burnt tongues and

singed fingertips

And the bare, bleached bones

Floating in the meandering Styx

-This is my day

Thus I answer my own question,

Why I seek refuge in the

Nothingnesses, the recesses of night

By dawn, I am unsettled again

The thought wanders stray,

into a vein

These tattooed bands of

radiance in the sunlight

sift

Reality drifts –

The heat hazes

My lips twitch

I shy from coherence

Consummation fades

A lone raindrop falls from the sky

Oh, all of us pagans cry

All of Us Pagans Cry

©️ Yusra

02.03.2018

And Then, I Flew

I’m behind on my words. I fell off the world for a few weeks.

I didn’t fall back on love.

Nothing to do with the paper-heart explosion every shop has turned into these days, but- I love y’all so. ❤️

Hugs and cookies, always

~ Y

Casual Suicides

It took one crossed line

For you to point a finger at me

And for me to see

Bitter, bitter words

I left blood on the switchboard

It didn’t matter, I’d wipe it the next day

Along with the rest of the blood stains

Bleach works, they said

So I drank it. False advertising.

It burned like a bitch, gargling with acid

But it didn’t do much cleansing

The blood darkened and my tongue ate away

The slash across my face wept for you and

My lips champed

My teeth gnashed

The gash bled, the blood stayed

It wasn’t fair then

It isn’t now, not even tonight

The dawn blossoms as the blood blooms

Bony wrists caving inwards, contrite

Apologetic for too many memories

Arms wearing ropes like bangles, discreet

I healed, your fingers knew it too

And then you left your voice to probe

The weakest inches I showed you

Such bitter, bitter words

They taste good, they taste like you

I laugh for them, I’m happy

I’ve learnt to dip my nails into

whatever pain they sent me

Bleached throats and raspy words

Make for a velvety apathy

I’ll swallow it all,

Sweet or rusty, salty,

I’ve had so much worse

I really should buy something stronger

For those fucking stains on the switchboard.

Casual Suicides

©yusra

23.01.2018

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I’m not anything. I’m just angry. It was just last night. And today. And maybe a little, tomorrow. It’s been a confusing few days.