Saturday, June 21, 2014

The Collapse


Sobbing in a corner is not enough to heal the wound. Now heart needs to throw itself into the space and scream so loud that the vocal vibrations will completely destroy the spatial peace. A cry so horrendous that its torrent will scrape away the virtual fancies from eyes and brain. The raging thirst to see the reality needs a goblet of acidic brewski to be drunk sip by sip, so acidic that it will burn the lips that shiver by your name.  It will slip through the throat and pour into the belly corroding everything on the way.  Each corner of the heart ruled by you will melt, diffusing all your memories into the cosmos. The venom of truth will spread throughout the body, puncturing every cell, converting it into ashes, so earthly that you could never find its endurance.