Quiet Cataclysm

I woke up this morning and my throat was still burning was it whiskey or was it swallowed truths I never got to say because they are always stuck someway between my throat and my mouth I don't know but I woke up and I was on fire so I got up and washed my wounds in cool water to reify the fiction that they are not there and I coated my rustiness in makeup smudged kohl below my eyes but today I saw her again the girl who wears death better than I ever will and it sure did hurt me but I smiled and I walked on and I didn't flinch and I walked on and didn't see you and thank god I lived.


Kolkata, West Bengal, India