In my heart.
Creeping everywhere,
These dusty burrows
Tell me that they're
A piece of art.
Leaches feeding
On my soul.
Purge of my mind,
The Holi I'm part of
Is a bloody war.
Gag on my mouth,
Flies in my head.
Blood has turned
Thick,
A nuclear fission
In wake.
These words,
Crawling inside.
Before they
Burst open and
Write a revolution..
Give me my pen.
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