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Tomato juice on the bland face,

Olive oil seeping under my skin.

All of today except these – overflow.

Washed out and gushing

To the hollow, silver drainage.



Strained spine arches closer

Seeks comfort in the hot shower.

Steam fleets with an exhale,

Below, the eyes meet the convex flesh.

Which was never there.



“Purple rain, purple rain…”

Prince serenades on the background.

“I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain.”

I sing along but it’s not purple-

Deep bluish gray melody resounds.



Life’s bullet radiates, embeds, shines.

Its gunpowder never runs out.

But with frail cartridge, how can I go on?

Pulling the trigger for survival, for change.



Backfired.