She sits sullen
Quiet and isolated
Onto a sea-shell littered shore
Beaten by the wave
Like a mute deafen by the midnight air
She stares at the moon with freckles of moonrock
Silhouetted against the sky streaked with white
As if tie-dyed in pale grey
As she reluctantly sniffs the salt-scented
Twilight mist cast by the sea breeze
She strums the smooth silhouette of
Her companion —a suspicious-looking
Bottle fogged-up by her breath.
Considering such of a
Sister —not in blood but in heart.
In a single doubtful gulp,
She devours its rust colored liquor
Which, too later, guarantees nothing but
The rest her body aches for.
Sea birds have flown
Streams of sweat
creep south the sides of her face
The pins and the needles kick-off
Their catwalks on the runway pole of her spine.
While, the spotlight of her mind clothes
Her thoughts with numbness.
She sits still
Now prostrate with unease
Like a pigeon that had lost half of its feathers
Beads of tears trickle
Down the wingtips of her lips
Frozen with a smile half-baked.
Her eyes shut
Blues in the night.It speaks on her behalf.