#098

……………….“i am not scared”
she describes the rolling fields of
a scarlet east, the sun stowing
moonlight in his backpocket-

………………..“i am yet to see a viaduct”
the veins jump out of her skin-
stone-paper-scissor- light is treacle,
thick in the creeks of her tongue

………………..“its just a matter of time”
she talks of chemicals, phoenix tears-
her skull is a land of barrenness
shining dauntless against all fears

………………..“little birdie has a broken nose”
everything leans against everything.
walls are pockmarked with hope.
her gold-eyed God must be listening-

………………..“maa, i will be home.”

©Mohana Das

Linked to D’verse Poetics

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14 thoughts on “#098

    • Yes ma’am, that is exactly what I have tried to deal with. A patient who tries fishing for light in the darkness with all her strength, loved ones who hope against hope for a future that has probably ceased to exist.

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