Shifting dimensions

Flat faces deform my dreams

Reality is crumbling

Maybe?

Sounds are wilted, split

Muted souls scream

Am I audible?

Backs question more than the mark

Blinding lights, squinted eyes

Eyes runny and hands twitching.

Behind the wall is another wall

Smoke choking life

More than a noose.

Behind, someone coughs

Blood does curl up

Masks up, faces down

Distance outside

Distance inside.

Wanted to cry

Wanting to cry

Will I?

-Abhinav Sardesai