weaponary

their hemorrhaged hands 

were enough to disturb 

my discrete destiny,

but i sank myself in

papers and pens to

remediate this weaponary.

their towering temptations

were all good to fortify 

my fortune and folklife,

but i mixed the reminiscence 

from past heartbreaks in

the mortar to errect 

a new love story.

their piecemeal pacifism 

was bountiful to feel it as

their counterfeit gesture,

but i spent my later teenage 

biting the trigger with my teeth 

to keep my hands vestal virgin 

and concrete celibate.

their diss talks at my back

were adequate to turn 

my fading figure into a

dead-end corpse but 

i ditched the comment 

on my ugly appearance 

and I guess I was wrong.

their murders and melodrama 

were all fair to handcuff my 

capacity to absorb radiating 

reflections still got convicted 

for the menance I never 

created by my own free will.

- chetna 🌻