Hickeys


 

You fill in the soundless pauses with jagged poems
They peck at my isolation with pointed beaks
leaving a crack for pain to try and wriggle out
You drop intuitive words like pigeon shit
forcing me to powder and conceal
tell tale hickeys left on my absurd existence.

©Reena Prasad 28th Jan 2013

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