death note
slowly,
her knuckled cracked eons
into buckets
of whitewashed lies
and her sigh elongated
into dainty icicles
that hung around
her neck
like a noose
which slowly sliced open
Pandora's box
of poetry and she, cried,
sonnets in the winter
Copyright © Shafeeda Thankayathil | Year Posted 2024
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