Posted by: Shiva Nagri | 28 February, 2013

The Fan

Why would the fan

be such a traitor?

Why would he not respond!

Such an empty gaze

mine and his.

 

Such neat emptiness

so pure ; so scarce

He used to spin,

when I used to sweat

but now when I shiver

he is stoic

so impassive

and breathless

So arrogant in its demeanor.

So fucking static!

 

Dust and soot greet us both.

Sunken in an empty ceiling;he

Dunken in an empty bed; me

Such an empty gaze

mine and his.

Dead yet alive

alive yet dead.

 

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