There is a vacuum in my mouth.Elliptical conundrums.Pelican fantasies and haywire wiring.I spill the tooth fairies on to the slacking walls.

Crimson toothpaste glow.

Slurp and Slurp.The agony grinds beneath my sequin tongue.Gravel shit.Freckled is the day that bears these breaths.Carnivals on a row. Carnivals today, carnivals tomorrow.

I am a bunch of memories that belong to the winds.                                                                                             Time is heavy on corpses that grow.

© Aakriti Kuntal


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