#066

i want to throw off my skin,
the moonlight is caustic

i wear your secrets inside
drowning without questions in letters i wrote you
sleepless for weeks

-i can’t comprehend-
you. i can’t comprehend
me-

and numb fingers sob upon
my flaccid existence
whispering-

“tell me you care-

©Mohana Das

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