Elevators elevated me
To the satin wrapped shithole
Yes, it's a hole of
Gold-glided shit
Gold, gold everywhere
It is an omnipresent god
Silk, silk everywhere
It is an omnipresent goddess
This place worships anything soft
Fluffy
Lacy
Shiny
And ultimately shitty
A pagan religion of luxothesim
Has cradled us into a dreamer's dream.
Screens sprinkle across the hall
A galaxy of absolute values
Glasses splinter crazily
In a clinking commotion
A beep here, a beep there
A snap here, a snap there
We came there
To see ourselves coming
And to enjoy
In the sight of it.
An old voice of an old man
Creaked through the crackless room
A tangle of old vine
Later stamped to pulp
By a thousand unacknowledging
Eyes.
Eyes
Sparkles deposit in their black cores
Rousing and rumbling
Like a creature trapped in a sphere
Longing to be attended to.
I crumpled
My floral origami dress
Lay thin amid the thickness of
Silk and lace
A thousand darting eyes flickering
Like vain stars
I refused to flicker
I refused to be vain
I refused to be a star
Rolling myself into a ball of
Mush.
We ate
Our fingers played a culinary piano
Pressing the right key
For we didn't want to sound rude
And thus wrong
A gentle clink of cutlery
Decorated our dainty bites
Our mouths succulent with
Creamed lipstick
Sank into the cream of food
We ate.
- Naychi
4th August, 2018
Yangon, a shopping mall
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