metabolic midnights

i inherited deception,

losses and the salt,

from the oceans 

which cast trust in dark,

the world, so cruel,

indifferent, burnt-out,

it heated up so fast,

so i persuaded my 

porcelain puberty to

pay a currency at last,

metabolic midnights,

i ripped off my heart,

i still wonder why i 

chased him just to 

lick the taste of tart,

he peeled off the derma

of a fifteen year

old, such a nice art,

i still wonder why i 

boasted of fantasies

like a wasted craft,

later in the numbing,
frozen aftermath,

i smuggle this damn

wreckage, dump all

this rusted ballast in

my present bloodbath,

eight feet above the

ground, eight years

under the earth, 

what a specimen of 

suffering and i still 

sleep holding a scalpel.

- chetna 🌻