Haunted

Posted on by Reena Saxena

It vanishes slowly
like a wispy thread
in thin air
-that inexplicable feeling
of being hunted or haunted

I turn back to shake hands
with the tormentor
A mirror image
greets me

Are we similar
Or are we the same?

the question will haunt
my respiration
as long as breath lasts
and as long as
I breathe free

Poetics: Haunted Harvest

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