Stagnation

Stagnation is a disease

It pours

 

Stale milk

Instant to the Tongue

Heavy to the Touch

 

Stagnating thorns

Superfluous     &

Piercing

 

“Let it bleed”

The carpets were

Meant to be cleaned

 

Stagnant, the word itself

Stuck between

Thought and motion

 

Red dots circling the drain

 

Or the Ether

 

The blatant disregard of form

 

Stagnant to the touch

In between teeth

 

The world was on her feet

Dragging across glass

 

And it unfurled into me

“The words are at the trough…”

 

It gets lost in the static

Particles of asbestos

 

An oblivious

Demeanour

 

“These fingers belong to someone else”

 

I’m unfazed with cruelty

The stagnating result of

 

Stillness

 

“Like when you are numb”

 

And the mouth never existed.

 

 

© A.R. Minhas 2016

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