scarlet dreams
a scarlet fire sparks at the brim of my iris
laced maple leaves, a sulfuric virus
frenzies of hues catch flame by flame
bouncing off a sunlit dreary-eyed dame
frozen gummies shiver at my touch
off-beat wind cracks as clogs of the dutch
gooey flesh numbs the weary, natured souls
skies' icy, pierced dome unearth musty, flickering coals
— Sanya Malhotra, 2018