My Quondam Girl Poem by menash mohan shrestha

Neither
a demon nor an angel.
She is dilapidated mass of muscles
and skeleton.
Every night, amassing her parts.
She woke up from her coffin.
As every night she has nightmare
of another autopsy.
With temptation of being an
angel.
Everynight she visits a cosmetic
surgeon.
With her broken heart in her
hand.
Leaving being the footprints
strewed by her clotted blood.
And every night she haunts me in my
dreams.
And every day she haunts me in
my reverie.
Being a doctor of heart I couldn't
embellish my lost angel.
Being a pseudo lover my quondam
girl couldn't keep her promises.