By Ira Mahshra
And there I lay bare with my flesh open for the vultures to feed upon”
“The Vultures of memories, dreams, moments, the past and the future”
And there I lay bare,
With my flesh open
For the vultures to feed upon;
Grabbed by their clutches
In a boundless universe
With a moth-eaten heart
I lay restless;
Taken to my death
Eaten alive.
I lay
Abandoned in a cold desert
Squirming and writhing in pain
I suffer in silence
Tormented and tortured
Alone; I lay.
At the sight of the horizon drifting away,
An obscured lacerating wound nibbling on my skin;
And torn apart from the inside
I surrender myself
To the vulnerabilities
Of the love I never had
The care I never got
Before being cut open
To the vultures of the memories, dreams, the past
and the future;
Sometimes we hold on so tight,
And when that something;
that one person is lost…
That being separated feels like,
flesh tearing apart from your skin.
Stripping it inch by inch,
Bit by bit.