I am left now
With this lapping ocean
Trapped inside of me
The rose petals shed
Now from my glasses
I am dry-eyed, chap-lipped
All I need
Is one dry seed in dry soil
A dry seed in dry soil
That will prick
A tiny hole on my numbness
Start a little trickle
So that as I brave new steps
The earth doesn't flood
And I do not drown
- Chandni Girija
Jan 26, 2022
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