A cluster of bones

Visceral bones
thrush
thrush.

Tongue of birds
A cluster of sunshine.
Moles of heaviness on my cheeks

I have not been sleeping anymore.
How can I?
I see black moths in my dreams

I am too cood now,
Watery tongues,
flattened bones of evening.

Knock knock
A thunder to sip and watch.
Gaps are collected on my knuckles.

I need R. E. S. T.

A rest as blue pregnant sky.

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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.

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