Polar

By Sahana D S

My heart's a scythe,

cutting through every piece of my soul.

Burning like bonfire smoke,

the skeleton inside of me trembles 

as the shadows forage my love.

Hidden, for it resides in

the city of angels and ghouls.

If the ghosts were real, 

I would happily dance with yours.

Your favourite flowers adorn my heart,

restricting it from breathing.

your love is the beginning 

and it is the death of me.

By Sahana D S