Lies are original, the truth is plagiarized.
My senses have been taught how to swim, So when I drown at the epicentre of my grief, I lose hold of them and spot their blurred vision on the shore. I am catcalled so many names in every nook of my home city, but everytime someone calls me a human I am pulverized to take another step forward and walk home quietly. My receptors aren't in a war like yours, mine are rather in a museum aligned in discord as if a mural with it's toe fingers left unpainted. I lost five marks in every EVS exam. I hear with my slammed lips. Even to the daughter of silence who mourns her mother to sing lullabies. I have sealed my lips with stale kerosene and words have sparks. I smell lies with my eyes. Lies are original, the truth is plagiarized. I haven't felt a thing with my skin. Skin is to taste, and tongue is to feel. Your tastebuds peppered like ashes on tortilla cheeks. My nose has a vision, to see beyond the scent of flowers and sniffing seagulls. My nose doesn't clog in c...