Aakriti Kuntal writes

Pariah

Fingers fold and crumple, 

Disperse 

particles of sand roam, 

widowed

and the earth spins, satin black

Structure remains, fist and cage

A false light imbuing air

with the treachery of hope

I empty my timeline

into a teacup

Watch it soak porcelain, 

amoebic stars feeling the clanking rim

We unsettle

where we form

Formation is endlessly ugly

and existence violent

Death arrives and collapses

between sleek fibroid lips, violet oscillations

Pretence extending like a sheet, 

holding cadaverous air

And the body continues,

in its endless lie

As unforgiving as your truth

 Pariah -- Marcos Dimas