Silence Puzzled While Ugly Walls Her


Silence speaks
At peace, in peak, when she escapes
Into her sleep

Puzzled words reveal
Her magic waves,
Awhile, the many faces feast

While it’s still
She dances her weeping heart
To sail the boat, fast a raft

Ugly lines first,
In drivel of her, to cape the brave
And she wits it with a smile

Walls turn hungry
The paint pilfriges on
For her to shake the dress off

Her letter is a ghost;
It comes by in the dark as a pause,
Unravelling the night’s scare


She kills a free bird –
It’s her mock pity to drive me insane;
All pretensions to pose a juxtaposition

She can’t keep a word clean
Her eyes are wild, a sight for dirty
She isn’t made for hiding

Empty she caves in
Into her newfound desires
Her thriving throne

The throes of her rally are all pits
The stops are wheel and wiring eating
There she cribs on her satire

Faster can she wiggle her bun
Her cold cast hair trouble none
So she wills them on a lease

The profane is a loud swallow
For her to brush deep to gallows
The words’ eye, the field’s shower

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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