up vote me to karmic hell

Death of Ophelia

I desire incorrectly,

Sins mutate into something graver,

My thoughts corrupt the fragility of my mind

to indefinite delusions,

or so it appears to be ,

render me


I feel so naked,


A crude encounter,

slipping through the gaps

the very constructs of society

And I don’t know where I’m headed

I don’t know where I’m drifting of to …

I walk on too much a fire,

That I must walk alone.

Lakshmi Krishnan