Liquid Future, Solid Past

Don't touch me

For I'll shatter by a glance

An endless fluttering

In my hollow chest

Land behind me, 

With its hustles and bustles

A shipless sea,

In front of me

Lift away, your nimble fingers

Take the flame with you 

Carry away, my love, my cadaver

For I'm on the edge of tears

Shall I... stay forlorn?

Would it be a sin?

Shadows of past, so lovelorn

No one's left of my kin 

- Ritvij 20/March/2021