chaotic chases

in my heart and at my places, 
we sat across solving your cases. 
when my story took skewed paces, 
you stole away my kings and aces. 

i have a poetic mind trapped in cages, 
my silence slapped you with disgraces. 
i choked my voice as you make faces, 
why do you act like a viper who traces. 

my fucks and foes are clean as vases. 
did i try to be the last home he embraces. 
i am sorry, we are not in the right races, 
as all can read stormy stories a girl erases.
 
~chetna 🌻

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