By Yeshaswini Srihari
She was hell
And I say this only because
She was a combination of too many things
Beautiful
Her lips were dripping cosmos
An electric purple lipstick
That could've housed the stars
Slowly parting to give way
To a black hole of sorts
Swallowing so much
The courage
The words
The pride
And on her eyelids
Froze the stars
Small sparkling bits of dust
Spread across her sky-like skin
The perfect canvas
The battering of her eyelashes
Like clouds covering the sun making room for
Just enough light
Drips of golden mascara
Tumbling on to her cheeks
While she blushes,
Not in shades of red and pink
But like bruised blue and royal purple
Tainted upon her sky-like skin
She has been beaten
Outside and within
And then there are those craters
Moon like, on the canvas she is
Marks of beauty, some may say gone wrong
But those darker patches once bled
Of moon dust and lust
And she is chaos.
A wreck with beauty in her every corner
In her every curve
And her existence is celestial
Such a work of art
Created with so much love and pain
And then...
After all this chaos takes your breath away
Then is when you look into her eyes
The house of comets
Like a wildfire spread across the sky
A tail of red following suit
filled with this strong desire
To break free,
To soar in the skies
That I see upon her skin
She doesn't know the truth
But the celestial bodies are within
By Yeshaswini Srihari
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