Ware The Slip Away
written by: R.S. Saha
In all the hands that hold me,
I found the gaps.
Fateful spaces between fingers
And palms.
Soft adoration and protection
Caresses my hair, my skin
Lacking the grip fear gives,
Set loose by trust.
Half on the hands,
Upside down in the space under,
Reason is withered by the blood,
Pooling in my head.
Knowledge of that wilting
Strengthens my core
And I am kept half on the hands
Mostly blind and stubborn
But the space under calls
“A leaf on a full branch is not missed.
Noticed, perhaps.
But the branch does not need it.”
I know this.
Oh how I know this.
But I do not heed that call,
Because it comes from within.
And all that is within is poisoned by blood.
I am a translator and editor for Vishnupuram Literary Circle. I also publish pieces on my website, I Am Saha, when I am not working on my novels.
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- Ware The Slip Away - June 14, 2022
