3 am stillness,
acrid tasting.
Sleepless
moist eyes burn.
Fingers,toes
curl inward.
Cancerous pain..
Swallowed.
Gimme a blanket
Its cold here.
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
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My collection in free verse, published by Writer's Workshop, Kolkata. For copies, write to me at ramyasriram1@gmail.com or write to Writers Workshop (click on the cover).
3 comments:
ha! ha! too good! write more!
nice...
how many of these acrid-tasting nights i have seen.
murky n scary..
nice anyway :)
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