Craved.

Like a curse you cannot escape,

Like shards of glass stuck to your neck in the right way,

Like a gift wrapped up tight to the paper cut,

Like a flutterwacken in hell,

Like a scream immersed in the pillow at 3:00 p.m on a Tuesday,

Like a dying rose in the church you believe in,

Like a goodbye you’ve said a million times.

I’ve craved you like a house on fire looking for rain, from a sky that forgot it could.

Mumbai

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