dump yard

dump yard or 

my face, whose 

shadow did fit in 

your eyeballs?

not once or twice

but a million times,

to throw your 

favourite, faltered 

fucked up past,

queries of your future

where i could not 

survive, just died,

unnecessary doubts 

to draw a veil over your 

disproportionate rage,

those hoaxes and 

honeymoons, the 

unfulfilled yellow 

promises, how 

pretty we had forged  

those clothes, cold 

air, cascades, clogs 

and cheesecakes,

they scream to throttle 

in my verses, barring

how hard you steered 

and treated me like 

a beautiful basin, 

did you want to run

against the clock, or

taste my love in every

feasible taste bud?

i was never so clever,

just an unexposed 

child, learning you 

and unlearning my 

previous lives,

but that trash and 

nonsense, chaos 

and your boredom, 

have rusted my spine,

dump yard or 

my face, whose

shadow did fit 

in your eyeballs?

- chetna 🌻