Poetry
Stormy.
Kash Baloch·June 12, 2016·Original
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A haunting melody emerges,

from deep inside a Scandinavian enchantress.

Her sentiments alluring, 

capture my fluorescence.

I yearn to be charmed;

she steals all the blessings.

Pricks me with a needle,

drawing blood from a peephole.

With one thread, spellbinding,

beads dance, emphasizing.

I underline a reminder,

joined at the waist, we mingle.

Crash into me like a stormy shore,

dampening my every pore.

Meet me inside a darkened cave,

your fingers are hungry.

Piercing, I sew us together;

classical dances align us.

Like a string coming loose,

we are forever unraveling.

“Pricks me with a needle,”

— Stormy.

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