I met you, and in five minutes you had wiped me right off the planet with your charm.
Now, a mere hour later, I am ashes in your wake.
It is clear as crystal.
As fine as the softest downy feather.
That you were meant
For a certain kind of hell.
How else can one like me, with nothing to my name but the clothes on my back,
describe the likes of you, with your mirages and mirrors?
You who takes and takes and gives back fire
to burn the skin from my bones
and leaves me smouldering by the side of the road.
But you love it.
You ache for it.
You, who deserves only to be exposed
to a certain kind of hell.
4 thoughts on “Insignificance”
Very powerful. And might I add, you’ve been so prolific lately!
Thank you, Joey.
Call it a NaNo hangover. 😛 But I’m determined to do EDDD on both blogs. 🙂
you created poetic heaven out of that hell 🙂 this is such a lovely read!
Thank you very much, Himani 🙂