Smadness

by

There are days when
You wake up to
Requiem in D minor,
And then fall asleep
To the wet wails
Of Darbari Kanada.
Days that start with
Internal Screams,
Munching on a heart
Static, frozen
As if
The yellow corridors of hell,
Where Dante would not
Dare to venture alone,
And, trying to whisper,
And, murmur,
To the beat of a fractal sadness,
A twisted version
Of my secret name

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