Growing Up~

I

my trinket fell-

it rained all night on distorted cacti,
i had just an aeroplane to wish on
even stars have left these distemper skies.

it will be a new month tomorrow,
i find brine silting my overripe lips
and his cigarette mouth is aneamic,

i smell of ash-

songs have shattered the lymphatic moon.

II

creeping towards twenty-one-
hormones dip, a
shot of rainy cold

turbidity marks radium hours
lips rough with rust
i rush to hide behind
fossiled beguilement-

as vulnerable as a broken tear

©Mohana Das

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14 thoughts on “Growing Up~

  1. Every word in this seems perfectly poised and balanced, as the narrator teeters on change, on sorrow, on the future. I especially like the way the mood is set at the opening, like gathering rain, then in stanza two, the wetting to the skin.

  2. Beautiful. These happen to be my favorite lines from the poem –
    it rained all night on distorted cacti,
    i had just an aeroplane to wish on
    even stars have left these distemper skies.

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