Mizzle

Updated: Dec 16, 2024

By Shriya Karthik

The Mizzle ever so slightly kisses the soft cheek of life

Dew droplets of fake ice

First snow not seen from umber eyes

They land so soft like goosebumps on a hushed winter night

Like diamonds sewed to a car's satin obsidian

So delicate , broken by the knife's slit iron

How it glazes every periphery

It tickles just so faintly

By Shriya Karthik

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