Word Vomit..

Bizarrely Twilled

When the love palls and expires
dwindling hopes and desires
profuse rush of our dreams, collapsing through
filled with profanities and tragedies too.

Termed us insipid and walked away all livid
satiating their needs, their plans, their dreams.
Being benevolent felt good but it got us nowhere
look what we got into; a never-ending snare.

Indulged in debauchery but deny to sin
lazily slipshod and slovenly ill
vitiated and mutilated by haste and filth
penchant to self-destruct and bizarrely twilled.

Wrote this a couple of months back when i was in another one of my phases. The kind of phase when you're angry at particularly no one. So this was the sort of a word vomit of an angry woman. Hope y'all actually understand what my brain was going through.

Digitally yours'

Wurduh Jaffri