Crimson, the hue of my envy - By Anwesha Poddar

Fleshy figures carrying masquerading secrets through bone and time

Sewed up eyes hold no meaning, so tell me your lies

What is that thing that you hide in your own Pandora's box?

Flying rumors about it, strumming into your nerves aching like slow poison

I have heard the tale of what bleeds and hides inside

A sinfully beautiful crimson hue, often running through the hallways of my youth

Crimsons like the catered and crushed hue resting on a baby's cheek

Is it the same color, that courses through your blood when you're shy?

When the holy one carved us through soil, did he know

About the spilled thoughts that make you feel disgusting and crawl out of your body

The feeling that rages a fiery conflicting war within you, on the victory of your own allies

You left me be, so I opened the box to find none other than lost "envy"

Beware for a jealous can stab you, as one dances through the crowd

But for now paint me in the crimson of your envy, that plagues the heart of your enemies

Burn me and spit me out in the highs of your psychedelic surreal jealousy

Oozing out of my heart in a steady rhythm, the artwork of covetous thoughts that will bring my end.

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Cover page by Yifei Wang