Existence

words of fire singe my skin
but the winter inside
does not let them in

a surgeon sutures
my broken interiors
walks out
head hung low

the last breath
like a serpent’s hiss
rocks my existence
liberates the soul
from quietness
to high-activity zones


Quadrille #224

26 thoughts on “Existence

  1. Your quiet quadrille portrays a painful existence, Reena, with words singing skin and a surgeon suturing broken interiors. I love the release in the final stanza, the ‘last breath like a serpent’s hiss’, and the liberated soul.

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