prompt by :@thepoeticatelier (Swipe & read) /The Last Words/ I often lie above the bed of flowers my body, lighter than the air for insomnia is slowly eating fibres around my eyes, I collect a soil and wait for seeds of slumber to wake up. The water below the tree that looks like a monster in my dreams is slowly turning green I have placed a seed inside it didn't grow I am still awake. The sky is yellow today with persimmon lights flickering amid the shadows of clouds I haven't seen rain this year but it rained last night. I wonder where I was if not in my room. The old lady is dead. I heard from the world living in 2BHK around my house The old lady was sad. I read in the newspaper. I believe more in death than the sadness for news can be a lie but the world isn't. The old lady was mad she used to place a cup shaped container below the old tree two feet apart from my periwinkle bed her nails outgrew her fingers and looked as if they are branches of the old tree where sometimes I hang my clothes. in the pond below the tree weeds grow into lotus and it's bizarre to watch leaves unfolding into petals the greens turning into pinks the water is more of blood than the mud the soil is more of dreams than the desires for every time the plant bore a fruit it falls of instantly desires go away with the rain dreams stay like water under the ground. this old lady is a metaphor for happiness and she is dead (truth) but she was sad (lie) I have placed my hands in water the saplings below my body are slowly burying themselves under the lightness of my body under the heaviness of my death they breathe their last words they breathe my last poem. I asked love last night 'what will be my last words' He replied 'Take care'. I don't think so, I don't know. I haven't heard from the old lady her last words were stuck into her throat her last words choked her to death if the lady was metaphor for my happiness I hope my sadness takes its last breath in your mouth I hope you eat my last words for I don't want the world to hear me I don't want the world to know of my death when it didn't care about my living. ___________________________________ ©Sameera Mansuri 2019.