Ambedo Kenopsia

By Shanchui L. Shimray

Lying on needles,

Gazing up the flicking shimmers;

Peculiar chirps that I hear,

Everytime my mind is near.

My missing piece;

Belonged to me seized.

Maybe indecorous, but not a crime;

Though was not once mine.

Was pushed to a line

To descend into a fine wine.

Chrysalis alone with my kenopsia,

A mystery to me if it is my phobia.

By Shanchui L. Shimray