algae have grown in open eyelids the breasts have become the earth's timeclock the quartz of their secretion has turned into a moon on dark

If God is anywhere, He’s in Music. He must be. Perhaps a prayer then to bring us back— to how we used to be. (Poems by Arti Jain)

did you know if you stay hungry long enough, your brain cells start to cannibalize themselves? just like how the longer I stay away from you