thin walls of reclusive luster
and thin skin much the same
her unsteady gaze in umbra quiver
fallen tresses, deep regrets and shame
a path to perdition
where fire and blood collide
flesh scorched like soft marshmallow
the grief curls from it like smoke
there is a click in your throat
and knots in your knees
like the swirled rounds of cut trees


words © malai carrara

In these profound solitudes

under mournful half-moon light

the bleed-through color of contradiction

stains my skin with silence

only I could hear

The sound of breeze stirring through open glass

Mouths gaping as winds of reality pass

cool and damp as snakeskin creeping

breathing on panes of not and now

only I could stretch

through reflections in blackened waves

pull back curtains of apprehension

to resolve the small secrets

that hold us to rituals

only I could inhale

the mist of verbena vapours

after all the candles are blown out

the sweet and invisible narrative

that carved my existence

words © malai carrara

photography © nausher banaji

Over white sand
of crumbled stone
fingers trace
the nebulous places
of nowhere and everywhere we’ve know
a fluid continuum marked
by striations
fading

under desert glow I wait

without motion
without pretenses
haunted by
those inescapable eddies
thick and twisted as sin
separation from the familiar
from the scent of moments past
and the fervent collision of gods with skin

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

drowned in black river
of frozen spring
seeking the winds of summer
I am parched and crumbled
blistered by my limits
burned by waves of stale
edges shifting and unsettled
they undulate in a rhythm
where silence ends
and nocturne begins
and my spirit spills over like dust

words by carrara/banaji
photophraphy by Vadim Stein

Trace my thirst
to where the gilded sun
burns away the mist and
Flattens against the wall of my skin

Waterless mouth
I swallow for wanting
a symphony of bright shadows
And a stream of white lies

The ebb and flow of forgotten memories
drowns me out with the tide

Moonless glow
From an iridescent pupa
and born of ash we seek
to drift through pale walls

our sorrow left behind
forever goodbye

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji

I crave your vintage
The smooth nectar
of sanguine orbs
ripe and aching
on curling tendrils

Unfold them like so
And express the sweet
The night color velvet
And heavenly choral
To quench my thirst

words © malai carrara
google image

She fights the stench
of rotting submission
with short inhales and mouth closed

she resists the scratchy skin
of inevitability
closing in around her

She digs her heels
Into the soft tissue
And her grief lets out

words © malai carrara
photography © nausher banaji