The Breach Of Innocence
By Ekta Somera
at the dusk of childhood,
i watched as the twilight erode –
a street of stars – no greater
than shattered glass
taped to the festering sky,
oozing –
as the darkness reigned
from the crevice
of a wound – handstiched
to conceal the rue,
brewing by the hour
at the cusp of dawn,
i bid farewell – to the bird
drowning in the archived
sorrow beneath my ribcage
ah, child i’m sorry,
if only i’d said – if only I’d known,
this dainty world has more
than you have seen – blindfolded
don’t hold your breath,
there is beauty
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