Abyss
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.
Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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Abyss 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 […]
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wind whistles
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where desert sands
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Abyss 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 […]
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Abyss 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 […]
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Abyss 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 […]
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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
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