half love

half prayer

throbbing incantations

for the ritual

of severing

and freeing

from all

from one

from none

half curse

that too

for a little bit of darkness

would do no harm

for a dash of the devil

would add a little charm

for eternity’s grasp

with a lie smouldering the sun

would devour the deafening dusk

as my threads come undone



enchained, as the clouds

fulfill their vow; not to

veil the sky in

the pink it’s often

been – simply because it


you’re the one

in pink today