It is been long that we met, for I had to take birth.

I was born as a fragment of your imagination quivering in the fossils that you left behind.

You lend me a few of your breathes & a little bit of reflection. Left me with a thirst accompanied by wanderlust. With a promise of salvation did you tell me to leave you.
I gathered your remains, wore your tunic and left your abode.

It was tore at places and the beasts eyed and I stained blood. They touched me as I gained puberty.

My body understood hunger, pleasure, agony. They fed on my skin & I fed on theirs…as the living corpses marched and I was one among the inanimate mob…lost.

The tears flowed as I saw them bleed, the one who smelt like me and had the colour of my skin.
I searched for the lost tunic…here & there to cover me up as I had all the pleasures & pain of a whore giving this flesh to all that belonged here.

The search continues...