Naked Graphite
By Ankita Dwivedi
Naked graphite, gushing water
Wasted mountains, miserable sands.
In them I dig pots for someone I suppose , Marking with reeds; these estranged lands .
Walking with intention right when my legs ache.
Piercing metals , tracing petals in my bones as I wake .
Devour my senses with pain right when it hurts
Shivering in rain soaked bright more often than strained t-shirts .
You are a wound that I fester in me .
You are many and I, not even one .
By Ankita Dwivedi

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