sometimes

your eyes flicker-

a hope

I haven’t

touched in nights.

My tears

and my nightmares

smother it

before it learns my name.

I’m a witch

whose destiny falters

into a lamp

lit by her foes,

burnt enough

to wilt and blister,

surpassing their

Curses-

Not enough to be free.

with a hole in my heart.

if we were meant to be

I ask the moon,

eulogising my ashed melancholy.

I lay with silence-

every ghost

of my past returns.

my love remains untouched:

every town I seek

Spirals into warning,

and every soul

into a bewitching martyr.

medusa’s secret daughter,

punished

for love -

was I too daring

to expect

a romance

befitting my scope

for vivid imagination?

if destiny ever merged us

as one,

I’d have sipped my tears

and embroidered

our wrinkling smiles on our homes,

my sorrow’s joy

intertwines with your enthralling iris’s sight

hung on every corner

of the room

I asked the lord

to carve into the creases of my palm.

I’ll plunge into a depth,

to embrace your sight

within my temple-

And-

seeking a romance,

staining every cover

on the shelf,

They say a prophecy forbade me-

If medusa’s curse

Catches up to me,

But an author

can immortalise beings

Not meant to last-

So why not us?