What is the Address of Your Grave?

I had lost a limb
Or was it a chest chunk
There was bleeding
There was howling
I would look into the mirror
And notice a missing part
I tried many mirrors
Always something
Something erased, blackened
And now I watch the mirrors
I am different
Something has grown
Is it a limb?
Or a chest chunk?
Something is neatly pencilled 
Well-coloured 
These have been hazy days,
My dear
All that began with one,
Clear decision

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Chandni Girija

Day 13 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo