By Banafshe Sharokhi
A mosaic of stained glass windows, an ensemble of light and ballet of colors splashed across the floor…
A waltz of scarlet red desires and black licorice stained thrills, juvenile hopes and dreams, gushing from the core…
A remnant of me……….
An abandoned building filled with dull vacant rooms, a bedlam of untethered energies, flickering lights, and whittled concrete doors…
An asylum of muted tormenting screams and bondaged disquieting memories, afflictedly shredded and tore…
A remnant of me……….
A monochrome black and white film, a love story of dark and light, sealed with a kiss of blushing color, an allure…
A coquetry of fuschia-rose and ruby-red hues, reels and reels of nostalgic love, a fairly tale ever more…
A remnant of me………..
A sinister room of mirrors, walls and walls of sharp-edged glass, lacerated mirror images or mere apparitions, levitated shadows out roar…
A chamber of piercing self-reflections and exsanguinated traumas, echos and echos of inner demons abhor…
A remnant of me…………….
A vivid canvas splashed with metallic colors, bleeding acrylic pigments of copper and bronze, untarnished never more…
Specks of gold sparkle shining from the sun and silver pixie dust shimmering from the moon, innocently flirting with one another’s silhouettes, magical folklore…
A remnant of me…………
A sea painted with glossy pitch-black waves, concealed shards of glass, underneath a black hole of commotion offshore….
Drowning, breath by breath, melancholia, engulfed in the abyss of my own emotions, asphyxiated and done for…
No longer any remnant of me……….
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