Dance of distruction

“to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed.” 

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

 

 

Squelched dreams and broken hopes

lying in the 

shriveled hopes of the tomorrow

silhouetted against the obsidian skies

of my dead and murky dreams

I wear in my large kohl-lined eyes

so they lit up the 

dark alleys of my tepid heart

we make love to each other 

gazing with the cracked eyes and shattered dreams 

and posing for the burlesque love

deluded by the fake desires and despondent passion

till  we reach the nerve-shattering scream

I pick and weave 

my vapid desires in

broken amulet

as a symbol 

for my

crestfallen and broken heart

which I will wear around my obsidian heart

to entice you to our dance of destruction.

–Megha

Photo by Manuel Meurisse on Unsplash