Abhishta Shrey

I live inside my own world of make-believe,
Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities.
I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach,
Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep.
I love everything!
Fire's spreading all around my room,
My world's so bright;
It's hard to breathe, but that's alright.
Hush!


"Like snow, beautiful but cold"