Silence Puzzled While Ugly Walls Her

I.

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

 

II.

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

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