Transparent Blood Poem by iqra hassan

Transparent blood…

Meridian of crimsons and vermilions,
deep and warm,
Have left my barren marrow widowed,
The color of my blood is transparent now…
And the silk of my heart-walls has coarsened,
The threads of my nerves have accepted nihility,
My once dressed dreams are naked now,
They shed their clothes to that magically-evil,
Autumn dressed silhouette of a man called "time''…
My blood now lacks the color of humanity,
May be we all carry our part of darkness,
Boxed in primitive corners of our brain,
And then it surfaces when the layers above it,
Are time-worn and shredded,
Let the universe acquaint with it…
Hail o' world! The new breed of blood!

IQRA.