vandalism in my head
Memories that smell armpit sweat
Are brooding all over my chest
Keeping me from what lies ahead
The pain is picking my atoms apart
All over again the crests and troughs
Like mutilated fingers and toes
Mother's tender touch
Only can shake me up
Left and right
Just ghosts in sight
Solace is claustrophobic now
But I'm indifferent to help somehow
Answers! I need answers!
Is there a way...
That I can say
NO to the aftermath?
-Rishika Chutani
Touches your heart every time you read it. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Abhinav!
DeleteThere isn't anything left to comment after this! It's beautiful.
Deletethanks yo
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