More

These poems were born at the same time, and from the same state of mind; therefore, they share the title, “More”.

#1

She scrapes her flesh

Clean of human touch.

Her destiny is not to rot

In the hands of a world

That never loved her well,

But to find a universe

Within herself

That is everything she needs,

And more.


#2

She was not

Liquid sex,

Beer or booze

To be chugged,

And then drained

Upon completion.

Nor was she

Pretty plastic

To be possessed

As a trophy

By hollow human beings.

She was the Spartan sun

And sadistic sea,

Fated to forge a warpath

And conquer her way

To Greatness.


Poetry and graphic are the exclusive creations and property of Ami J. Sanghvi.
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