menash mohan shrestha
My Quondam Girl - Poem by menash mohan shrestha
a demon nor an angel.
She is dilapidated mass of muscles
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
Everynight she visits a cosmetic
With her broken heart in her
Leaving being the footprints
strewed by her clotted blood.
And every night she haunts me in my
And every day she haunts me in
Being a doctor of heart I couldn't
embellish my lost angel.
Being a pseudo lover my quondam
girl couldn't keep her promises.
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