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43) 4th August, 2018

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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