Posted: October 4, 2014 in writings
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Image: Off the internet

Image: Off the internet

The words dropped
Snapping off easily
as autumn leaves do.
There would be no spring.

The paper is
scrawled with pauses,
punctuated by
shore-side pebbles.

A staggering blindness
threaded across her mind
a slow inescapable drowning in the
undercurrent of white noise.

The bloom in her eyes
a quiet pool
unseeing unreflecting
the unbecoming of

© Anuradha Prasad


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