Postmortem of love

catalogued under the intangible

Time of arrival: 4:17 a.m. 

The body of love arrived wearing a midnight-blue dress, muddy as if it had danced with the cyclone children of the town.

The Heart —

I sliced open the ribcage to find heavy remnants of the past. Inside the right ventricle, there were dead daisies which had their last bath in the rain. I saw confessions decaying under the pulmonary artery. The oxygenated and deoxygenated blood seemed like star-crossed lovers. 

The Lungs — 

Once glowed like paper lanterns, now an asphyxiated ashtray of coughs and cigarettes. I found dilapidated dust from inhaled solstice and exhaled equinox. The bronchi released itself like branches from a tree that was long left unwatered. Each alveolus carried impoverished poisons, gnawing on goodbyes.

The Eyes —

A kaleidoscope of domesticated tears scintillating like a shard of glass that fell in love with the rainbow. The iris squinted like a poverty promised boy seeing sunlight for the first time. I couldn’t deduce the semantics, though it looked like a cumbersome dictionary of nostalgic silhouettes. 

The Brain — 

I found blurred memories of a dumb-charade life as I dissected the cerebellum. The hypothalamus looked like a sleepwalker chewing and blurting out on intolerance. Amygdala was soaked in hallucinations, while neurons failed to understand the choreography for recovery. 

The Skin —

A topography of glitched goosebumps carved in vernacular touch, every crease memorised fingers that didn’t stay long enough. Lines and wrinkles formed punctuation marks of retrospected affection. Residues of bruises were written in clusters of colour and contour. 


Cause of death: Emotional autolysis, suffocation by the smoke of combusted desire.

source

Examined and recorded by,

Adrika