Blooper

By Ajjarapu Neeharika

It’s Gelid in the morning

woke to the fan’s humming 

can hear my stomach’s churning

and I remembered I was fasting.

My foot touched the cold marble

A shiver ran down my spine as I stumble

From the wild impact it made

It stung me like an obsidian blade.

So slow, I moved

The time flowed

with no rock unturned,

passed all the nooks unfazed.

It felt so real

Until I woke up for real.

By Ajjarapu Neeharika