NaPoWriMo 27 Chiseling In

NaPoWriMo 27

Chiseling In

Your voice, a hypnic jerk
faceless, familiar
chiseled into my rib cage
releasing trapped glowworms

the rose bush nodded its heavy buds
hosting the winged visitors with pride

while I played kitten-catch
with the moments slipping by
slowing their animated flight

knowing my (y)ears
will never be the same again
for blazing in me is a carnival of lights
where there was only night before
©Reena Prasad


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