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Tenebrous wickedness gazed with vacant eyes, yet an undefeated heart of restricted beats, breath's a little lethargic, graceful fluency in quietude, dried up long pieces of loose flesh competing for light.

The fetid mouldy fingers' compulsive urge, deathless money still unconsumed, Ears waiting unflinchingly, sound of air; no more a privilege.

Skeleton of ambiguity, the eventual truth, a blurred conspiracy I feel, Dressed in an immaculate white, a soul; black as my heart, buried under the crowd's whistles.

Death; not a novel revelation, still floundering about in the shallow depths of demeaned misery somehow, Can't lift the weak spirit any longer, soil dirt; prophet of doom, inhaling my leftover breaths.

Blood-sucking heat of wistfulness echoing, passionate being (i.e Me); an existential lie, Serpentine commitments of faith to the love, dysfunctional body; home of unhealed revolt, tears asking for permission to flow.

Hefty layer of emotions piled up, goodbye; the only choice left, Forgot to marry, I will fall in love the next time.

 

Tenebrous – – – light!

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Priya Chouhan recently completed her Master’s in Economics of Public Policy from Barcelona School of Economics, Barcelona (Spain), and is currently pursuing a PhD in Economics at Amity University, Jaipur (India). For her, poetry is a means of giving voice to neglected subjects; it allows her to weave the unspoken into words, bringing her a deep sense of fulfilment when meaning finally emerges. Her work has been published in several magazines and journals, including Corvus Review, The Black Moon, Dreich, Brief Wilderness, Literary Yard, Littoral Magazine, The Wise Owl, Bosphorus Review of Books, Malaysian Indie Fiction, Journal of Expressive Writing, Scarlet Journal, Juste Literary, W-Poesis Magazine, and The Ecological Citizen, among others.