Red Rose

A linguist stutters at her belly button

Lover’s crawl up to her chest

And drink upon the collarbone

One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby

Another pleads for his father to stop

The reckless beating

She sits by the window pane

As the last lover bids adieu

He watches her paint the sky

With a vomit full of stars and

Ejaculate moons from betwixt

Her palms

Duct tapes hang from the corners of

Her lips

She becomes a red rose one last time

A throbbing heart sits in her mouth

The dead lover’s chest beats emptily

Without escape of a singular sound

BIO

 

Nameera Anjum is a nineteen-year-old aspiring poet who loves to pen down her thoughts and feelings as fearlessly as possible. She believes that the utmost liberation comes to her through words; writing is a part of life she wishes to keep intact until the very end. Gothic fiction is her absolute favorite genre. It comes as no surprise that Edgar Allan Poe is her ultimate inspiration.