Friday, 14 June 2013

Pariah


We swallowed a bitter pill
Three years ago.

Aborted chimera
your echoes scar
 striae of a miscarriage.

Most healed.
Not me.
I languor still
caught
in persistent labour.

The silence of the healed
itches like a phantom limb.

2 comments:

  1. @Anupama
    Poetry is after all, poetry.
    It is not necessarily a 'problem' that requires 'fixing'...

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