Chaos

By Sreya Sreedas

The fullness of Grief ebbed away in its glacial pace

but barely did I notice, till I was filled to brim with something much more vile, till my breathe was red and throbbing.

It left behind Chaos; it took shape in me, it spun itself foul and dark, and draped me in forlorn raiments,

It hung heavy, akin divine regalia,

thrust up on me by an unrelentingly cruel God

Once dusk fell, it howled and wept and begged vainly

Once dawn arrived, it became an uncontrolled, immeasurable urge to run,

Unbearable and perverse

By Sreya Sreedas