I Whisper Secrets In My Ear

I whisper secrets in my ear,

Frenzied but divine.

And like some sordid wine,

I gulp and glug and spit, yelling morose cheers

Until in blood it soaks what for what I pine.

This blood, my own, primitive, plain and human,

Gasping and burning, and bubbling beneath my skin

And those clouds like curdling cream spill and sour,

The thoughts birthed up in my brain.

And then greets the confusion, mundane and mortal.

Leashing my neck, their watching eyes,

I look down, my fraying dress, colours falling unconscious.

I look down, and still miss to see myself.

Snarling at the pit of my belly, my follies and gruelling fears,

Searing my fingers as they press against it

But still, I whisper secrets in my ear.

Kaanthal Manikandan

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