Melting Solitude

Midhila melts, undone by flame
Like wax that yields to heat and name.
Her shuttered stillness cracks and falls,
A hush that hangs on hollow walls.

Desire stirs, a sudden gust,
Time folds in on its ash and dust.
A whispered thread of venom winds
Through quiet nerves in curving lines.

Then breaks the womb of midnight’s tomb,
A silence deep, a weightless gloom.
Bent from the ache that love has lent,
She sinks in stillness, half content.