So there was I,
strung up on a moonlit sky on a dark murmuring night.
A pale caricature of my former self
swinging on by a thread of insanity.
my stories flutter away, plastered on worn pages
words escape into another realities
jabbering into maelstroms
those vortexes of ink, blood intertwined.
The world spins backwards in time.
and there was I strung up on a moonlit sky.
Komal Gupta @tejaswiniaura