“THINGS IN MY ARMS”~by Sarim Rizvi

 

 

“THINGS IN MY ARMS”

Like,
hell fire used
to 
make the dough;

presented own self.

and,
I came up to
recently;

was a disguise.

wrapped own being
in deception
a camouflage,

to hide.

ah!!
o poor
badly I disperse

and
vanished
in the beauty
of pain;

her eyes.

studded metals
upon the face
scratches,

transfiguration;
a battle to survive.

broken
scattered
all in my arms;

a wish,

being collected
admired.

Copyright @ Sarim Rizvi
13th November 2018
Image credit – artist