x. ENGRAVED INTO FAKE MARBLE.
i tried finding meaning at the bottom of a bathtub. in the cracks that traced the features of the finger lakes. in the way the water bounced off the glass door. my tears were no where to be seen. my skin was becoming a fluorescent red.
i tried finding meaning at the bottom of a bathtub. this was the first time a river of red didn't race to the drain.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
what tomorrow brings.
कविताxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
