#064

13 past 2, i can feel
your wet lips round my navel
the air i suck hard at is salt

everywhere there are scars
we cannot heal, this
commotion is scarce yours
even this alienation

ripped-
i thumb the dark,
etch clauses of denial

emptiness wears a string of stars

i can taste blood and
the sterility of happiness
in the way you keep searching
secrets that i never possessed

©Mohana Das

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16 thoughts on “#064

  1. I read this in a blog i hope it can help u in ur life n poetry.

    A well-known author said
    Its Not about how hard you’re hit but,
    How hard you get hit and and keep moving forward
    How much you can take and keep moving forward
    That’s how winning is done

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