Blue Moon

by Priya Chouhan

Not enough stoicism to collect the shredded love, beauty within fading hard, 
sufferer of worst nightmares, a perpetual night inside my putrefied flesh.

Head resting on a white fabric of raw, unbridled grief,
tears eroded the footsteps of nobility on a pale floor, embellished with golden strips of defeated joy.

Birds silenced, a darker sky of tragic screams, frozen veins,
a maze of sinister actions, the body can’t be forgiven.

Eyes patiently watching, dewy jovial laughs burnt as I inhaled the ashes of my spirituality, table lamp put out by the ferocious bane of the wind, it’s black again.

Feeble heartbeats of raging unholiness, untouched by the serene blood, longing to drowse on a strange lustrous bed of saintly beliefs.

Fazed by the inner sudden jolt, it’s the time, 
where dragon meets the blue moon.

Not enough –      –      –     –   flesh!

Priya has a Master’s in Economics of Public Policy from the Barcelona School of Economics, Spain. Her poetry explores neglected themes to give voice to overlooked truths. Her work has appeared in Corvus Review, Brief Wilderness, Bosphorus Review of Books, and many other journals.