His drunk fucking breath poured ove' my mouth.
I wished he would pour some whiskey in it.
It was like romance could play every tune on my body.
All the importance and his love had run into the darkest corner of my heart
It was a matter of time that the smell of my cunt would overpower his whiskey.
It did
Only this time it smelt like Apple Cider.
He slept off between my boobs.
Only this time I couldn't push him away.
My Silver Heart
Baleful, Quarrelsome, Strong
Her travel spares to transmogrify
Winners Transom in foresight
Her dreams darned falsetto, succeeded to terrify
Stroppy, Obdurate, Independent
A veil through which she could see
Despair impounded her black
Young, Agile, Fuzzy
Her soul bounteous of rhapsody
For her allegiance with the coltsfoot
She’d spruce up, but not flee
Her lovers demotic and deviant
Deluded her demure soul
O’ What Now? Speak to me
Tender, Confused, Dazzled
He tarnished her with his improbity
Her struggle doles out of breath
What may the sea be today?
With her hearts crude songs temperament
Her tongue frayed and worn out.
Oh! Her struggle doles out of breath.
Mayurika Jain is a Student of Commercial Art. She practices art and enjoys writing her story in the form of poems. She publishes her poems on her blog which goes by the name Dona Ana The Artist. She works to be a published writer.
Baleful, Quarrelsome, Strong
Her travel spares to transmogrify
Winners Transom in foresight
Her dreams darned falsetto, succeeded to terrify
Stroppy, Obdurate, Independent
A veil through which she could see
Despair impounded her black
Young, Agile, Fuzzy
Her soul bounteous of rhapsody
For her allegiance with the coltsfoot
She’d spruce up, but not flee
Her lovers demotic and deviant
Deluded her demure soul
O’ What Now? Speak to me
Tender, Confused, Dazzled
He tarnished her with his improbity
Her struggle doles out of breath
What may the sea be today?
With her hearts crude songs temperament
Her tongue frayed and worn out.
Oh! Her struggle doles out of breath.
Mayurika Jain is a Student of Commercial Art. She practices art and enjoys writing her story in the form of poems. She publishes her poems on her blog which goes by the name Dona Ana The Artist. She works to be a published writer.