The picketing fence of
your scepticism can’t stop
the clandestine rendezvous
of my mind and feeling
As I inscribe, I unleash
on all my readers
who are free
to take my chameleon words
and colour them
with the shade of
their tinted glasses
I’m unburdened by
the absence of meaning
that has left me
The reader follows
the hint of a forgotten trail
Carves a fresh path
making meaning
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
Dedicated to my readers. Have a fantabulous day! 😀
My glowing skin
Hides many pain patches
Carefully concealed
I’ve diminished my bruises
with a deft makeup brush
My delicate stride
Protects boils under my feet
Ringing slaps
silent under my
Silver anklets
Ridges of injustice
Remain unmasked
Under my trendy skirts
Marks of madness
Missed by neon fashions
Shivers zipped safe under
Extra large sweaters
Evidence of blue blows
Lurk under my fingernails
My red handshakes
Hide bloody burns
within intersecting palm lines
Alien thumb prints
Adorned by
Awkwardly angled bangles
The pull of power
Pinned within
Pretty rubber bands
The creases of my cuts
Spring out in my curls
Subtle resilience against soft hits
Feverish injuries
Are folded under my tongue
Salty tears stopped under contact lenses
Pink bruises pinioned under
Porcelain hugs
Muted shrieks surrender
to the rhythms of a cruel clock
My full smiles
Compensate for
Crooked teeth
The band-aid strip
Suckles my swollen wound
Silencing protest
Offering false comfort
Will you please rip it off
So I can scream
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
My posting has been a little sporadic due to technological and medical issues and may continue to be until the end of June. Thank you for understanding.
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