Whitewood

Whitewood mind
Worms worrying its
Chewy texture...
Tunneling in furrowed brows.

Dark ebony glaze
Rose wood heart
Knobbling hurts
upon its knees groveling...
Secret whorls
softly fold in essence
Of
Memories.

Sandalwood
Soul stirred wondrous
scent of
Loss
Now here now
There
Or not
A fragrance
Felt...

Mind lingers on
heart carries on
Soul...moves the
Wheel of life
Fortunes ascending
To  zenith
Gently descending. ..

The waiting room of
Descendants.

The sound of something
Scares me that I do not know
A change immutable
Has occurred
The key turning... has  unlocked...
The screeching door
Reluctance reverberates.

Sarcophagus of sacrilege
The mummy will rise
If you choose
To Consecrate
What has died
Most unnaturally.

Fresh blood is summoned
Sacrifice called for
You have undulated my mind
Beyond borders of the familiar
Become my familiar
And Shall I
Yes
Reciprocate?

In the dark tomb the bandaged apparition beckons
It's alive
With my erstwhile blood and tears
I'm pale a sheet of paper
Formless cutting edge of
Space and time.

Losing dimensional validity
Rapidly.
Retreating from Reality city...
Into a lost world
That cuts the jugular.

Effect determining cause.
Means justifying end.
Pleasure doting on pain.
This is the core reality
The subtle terror.
No Escape valve
And pressure
Built up
Escalates.

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(c)  Amrita Valan 2015