A prayer

NaPoWriMO #20

I pray like a verbose lady,
counting the shards of air,
each night

Five fingers, doused in liquids of magenta lipid
a foreskin hanging loose,
I pray like a cloud now.

Full, and thick smoke
i am colourless.
a colourless eye of maple.
I pray thousand times a day,
to be normal.
to swallow these walls.
&
i do it exceptionally well.

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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

23 thoughts on “A prayer”

  1. “I pray like a cloud now.” Oh. Wow.

    I felt vulnerable after reading this piece. It’s expertly penned. You’re a fantastic poet, my friend. Thank you for sharing this piece!

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