With every word,
I get hard,
I burn and turn,
I love being the part,
Some days it’s the sensation,
Some days the numbness,
The mind so clouded,
In the chest, this stiffness,
I shiver with passion,
But then comes the regret,
I want to come closer,
Also, wants to forget.
They taught me angel,
But the demon is strong,
I crave the hunger,
Oh! But for how long?

© Anamika Tripathi