Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2012
(our thoughts are not our own)
fur blood sweat tears bone skin feathers
dizzy heights are not to be expected
I'll be seeing you, she croons, in all the
old familiar places
(my wrist smells of a man who does not belong to me)
the skull grins back in our staring contest
of gloom of death
no one understands
(it taunts me)
no one knows
(you are all infinitely beautiful)
Sankhya Amaravadi
Written by
Sankhya Amaravadi  USA
(USA)   
  803
   Sami and K Balachandran
Please log in to view and add comments on poems