#090

and i no more have wings.
half-dead, a scalded shore stares, empty
eyed, her waves all bruised black
in delight.

on my sour tongue, i wrap
your distilled taste. err. peel off
the static. dissociate. then
hang out wounds to dry-

i am a monster.

and the earth rocks loud
down my vertebrae.
my skin is salt. and i have nothing left
save a secret. a borrowed kiss.

then there are hours when
i see only your carotene self.
my sky is abandoned. and
i hardly know myself.

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse

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