The evening is warm
buzzing wind carrying charges
electric, feverish
My brain feels too warm also,
something’s not right
Everyone’s writhing.
Every one of them
every one of us
writhing, struggling
to make breathing a bit more easier
Some laughing, others choking,
we’re breathing
My brain is sleepy, drained
retired
Blame my veins for carrying one-less cure
not enough balm to soothe the bruise, tonight
The sun outside is joyful
not in terms with my lack of spirit
or whatever it is that causes this poison to leak out of my wound
It’s the medicine,
the balm that soothes the burn,
the magic that tames the wildness of mind
The escape from an insanity to an everlasting numbness
For after a hurricane doesn’t come a rainbow-
after the hurricane comes teeth-bearing, gnawing, choking apathy
But we’re not giving in
we’re trying
to glue the flower back together
And we will die trying
for that is what this life is about
As long as there’s our remedy
A magic pill to sour the tongue, to slide down your throat, to make you shudder
so, pray, stick the petals back together
the flower is mangled bad enough.”
─ Copyrights © Senali Perera 2016
Blood and Sunrays 