A tryst with Erebus

How deep the hue of dark can b.
I know not, I know not.
I once peeped through its eye-hole
And found nothing but the unknown.
The unknown that had some unusual air to it
That smelled more mysterious.
I tried to breathe it in knowing not of being breathed in instead.
My lips sensed the roughness that crawled deep into the valley of my spine.
Making my nerves rustle against my bare flesh.
Trying hard to collect myself.
I scattered harder than ever.
Ah! My singed soul reflected from every corner
As if painted vermilion.
The rubble world seethed like a roll of dark smoke.
Rolling me into muggy air and slowly breathing me in like a tick of that heavenly clock.

~Iffat Jehan

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