Who’s knocking on the door, is that you?
I’d answer if I weren’t sure, is that you?
We had quit the game halfway through
Back to settling the score, is that you?
The storms are not surprising anymore
but when skies turn azure, is that you?
The heart’s malaise is to harden
would there were a cure, is that you?
Anannya, staying holed-up here with
nothing left to immure, is that you?
Oof. Each iteration hitting a new inflection right in the solar plexus. So good.
ReplyDeleteLovely, Anannya!
ReplyDeleteIncredibly beautiful :')
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