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mulledwinetea 10 months
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Control Systems and Hopeless Waltzing
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Swallow your heart back down, darling.
The world revolves perfectly fine without your inconsequential epiphanies -
Internal revolutions aren鈥檛 born and realized on the same day.
They鈥檙e baked in furnaces for decades till everything burns everything,
everything eats everything.
Ideas whirl around in the belly of the beast
Till the storm sucks them out to create a tornado.
I asked you to stay with barely any conviction when I wanted to tie you to myself with a chain.
I learned to breathe without you because my rapid heaving choked your kindness,
I let you go at sunrises after spending our nights together.
The vision of you in the golden hues of the first light pumped blood straight to the heart of me,
I loved you with the fury of a thousand blazing suns
Then doused all of me in frost so you could walk all over this burning bridge.
You will change the world with your optimized and efficient control systems
And I鈥檒l dance with the earth in the palm of my hands because I abandoned all hope when you waltzed into my town.
- Nitya Arora
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mulledwinetea 2 years
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The Glory of Sensations
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On days when the heat was so present
that its satisfying scorching against skin was
if nothing else, an ode to the glory of sensations.
Evidently, the answer to all puzzles
was nothing but succumbing to the feral need
of ripping ourselves bare and running with carnal glee.
Feeling the sweet burn of bleeding feet
untethered to consequence,
apathetic to reason,
and indifferent to reality.
- Nitya Arora
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mulledwinetea 2 years
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Paint Me Feral
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i rubbed my eyes as you flitted from the window to the counter
with your hair dancing behind as you sang to the coffee
you kissed my eyes with dreams and lustre
we hung the decadence of sweet scents above us
humming stories as the seashells jingled
and the screech of the lady down the street for tomatoes made you chuckle
a hummingbird pecked on our window
to steal a taste of you
painting me feral
- Nitya Arora
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mulledwinetea 2 years
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Dance of the Damned
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I danced on your grave so that my bleeding feet could feed your soul.
My eyes leek poison on hearing your song.
Did it sound like the weeping of winds or the howling of hounds?
You broke my love for suspended strings by branding your screeching violin on my heart.
Your nauseating roses live in my ribcage, darling.
Yesterday, they tore through my chest and chanted your name.
When do I get to wreck you, baby?
- Nitya Arora
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