My Season

My skin is the only dress I wear.
Peel it off, and you’ll see,
What holds me together?
A walking dust made automobile.
The liquid lipstick,
…Of the summer sky,
Burns the scar of your wintery love…
Fondled silk stockings rush,
Against the skin soaked in blood.
As your cruel love steals my true calm,
This poppy dead-summer,
Dies,
To kiss the shivering stars,
Of you(r),
Winter

– Vidhupriya Bhadgal

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