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Wounds

I just published my poetry collection Crimson Skins on Amazon. Check it out.

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The night has a soft pattern to dismantle my body<
Quiet a as hushed wound with a flat curvature of a splitting fruit,
my body is a temple to wounds,
a temple to eat things that are fleshy.
The night lamps are soft ointments to soothe this loss .
A state of delirium, a state of despair.
These wounds are like flowers sitting atop my body,
Wounds- a silhouette of a silver limping leg,
a mouth that spreads shade of green fevers.
I have no where else to go now,
I rest my story to the empty nights,
a hollow stone is all that stays.

ALSO, IF ANYONE KNOWS HOW TO SWITCH BACK TO CLASSIC EDITOR PLEASE HELP ME!

my latest work can be read here.https://www.greeninkpoetry.co.uk/poetry-submissions-all/beginning-devika-mathur

30 thoughts on “Wounds

      1. Well you add /wp-admin to your website url (domain) so for example myvaliantsoul.wordpress.com/wp-admin (or domain/wp-admin).
        Log in with details and Bob is your uncle.
        I hope that works for you. Good luck!

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