PERCHED ON THE PERIPHERIES

1) Mentally I am twisted and my turns are always subsiding at my peripheries

2) Fall into the most tedious and monotonous caricatures of your routine,

to escape the ordinary—

but at your own pace

3) Go to hell

And tell me, if you made any friend there

Go to heaven

And tell me, if you made any enemy there

And in between both these worlds

My soul would transcend in the gore and glory

Of my deadly consequential end ....

4) You are a Trident of a kind

That I would love to incise Inside my bones and my blood

But with precision

Of your disgust and your disdain of persistence.

5) I love your dismantling attitude and your chivalric servitude

But I hate, how truthful your eyes look,

When you lie to utilize my mental virtues

And my bodily autonomy for your procreational purposes...

Leeza