Streams Of A Violet Limelight

By Anamika Kumari

Streams of a violet limelight

casting over a bromide requiem—

silver dusted fingertips lingering

over silver collarbones,

teeth biting into waxed red

along the rubbed off leather perfume—

prayers, that snuck through the stubble

and the shoulder blades from the whiskey burn,

caught two worlds in a whimsy,

caught a dream rebel, and snuff out,

caught five hundred ghosts

between two tongues,

where you and I, softly danced

in the crowd, in our walking graves.

By Anamika Kumari