She opens her hands,
clenched for years
in a tight fist
like a new-born,
but these fists hold no secrets
of a mother’s womb,
no innocence, or dreams freshly sown—
instead, their hardened skin bears
lacerations that come
from a hard grip
on a fugitive soul
sliding mercilessly
into the devil's pit
deep, deep
where she buried
old wounds
(c) Neetu M.
we were wingless
until we knew love
our breathless breath
lifted us
into rainbows
in its gurgling sprint
toward the sea
this river into which
I empty love’s ashes—
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