Cloth and hem
eating each other , cheeks gnawed and jelly jawlines
slime in the air
red glue and body tar
The sky lies, prostrate knees
firmament crows, scavengers and feasts

He claps
He claps
drags the chaos to filaments
mayhem drilled into choking timber
collects the dust
and shoots the sun
dawn slamming agaisnt the flayed arms of dusk
exchanges and shots
perjury and crayon scars

He ticks
a tooth in a prismatic wheel
scrubbing the sienna into a canvas, onyx and tar
pigmentation , consolidation
ash in clothes, 
valleys, heads and holes

Β© Aakriti Kuntal

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