who the fuck put a dead snake on my plate?!

The snake opened its wide sharp knife laden mouth, the orifice big enough to consume my-self entirely, I entered with a certain risk, a kid in the background yelled “Basilisk”,

“Ah shut up, I want this journey”.

The snake’s body lay open for me to inspect, the scales absent inside, a hollow rib and an elongated gut, put up lights at the top and it’s no different than the tunnel I drive through everyday for work. Could smell the reek of venom and a dead rat, somewhere deeper I could encounter its death, not mine, I plan to live longer.

The body seemed to coil inwards, dead snakes writhe for a while, no problem; I could just shrink further and go on, as I said I wanted this journey.

The mucus on the walls signaled directions further into the belly to the bag of gold, yes there was gold and other treasures at the end, you could say the dragon had eaten the treasure it was supposed to guard, only the dragon here is a snake.

Ten steps further I found some gold coins strewn on the floor, I kept on walking, and walking and walking…

-Tanmay

muse solaire

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what hesitation do I hold, when the sun broke through me

how do I stop when you already hallowed mine pen with thy lips, and so I wrote on

the papyrus too thin, letting the letters suspend in the air- a curtain for your face

nestled in hair that beamed of spring in monsoon, evident of misplaced power commandeered by

the eyes, the eyes capable of inciting cold blooded murder and vanishing into sage like meditation,

altering the course of comets and destinies,

but lip service is all I am providing now, hoping that the letters be assimilated and drunk, hoping that there’s more…

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-Tanmay

PS: I am in the mood for writing poetry only these days. Please bear with me.