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Cause it's Dark In There
It’s dark
Damp and moist like my mother’s hair
Under humid fur, that smell like jasmines
Coveted in breathless movements, of words that never saw the light
Chantings scrawled on every wall
Glowing under the bright red lily called fire.
I didn't know it existed
Because it wasn’t there on the map my mom stashed next to the soiled wrappers in the car
Neither did she talk about it, but she never does talk
Yet I go there every day
When my mother drinks a ton
When she sits on the couch and starts moaning about love
And till she dozes, surrounded by broken wine bottles
I go back to my dear land
Where it is dark
Damp and moist, like the last kiss she gave me, eight years ago
Smelling like jasmines, that once grew on creepers near my house
And scrawled on its skies are words, that I read once in a library
That one time I went to school
Unused words, which have never come out of my mouth since
They were scrawled on the walls, morbid forlorn graffiti
And I trek on bricked floors, holding fire in my lamp
Cause it's dark in there.
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