Myriad Tales

Here’s an intense poem about the inner turmoil, by Deeya, for Different Truths.

Curses left me behind

To float like blotches

On skin

Blindfolding me

Legends floated on

Soda; it was a wild night

And gruesome 

Somebody shouted in the dark

Pitchy like charcoal on a chilly night

Of November

Of swindling face of death

I lay awake with

Gospel flint and sawdust

The way to sulphur flames

Etching fires 

And weeds of agony

©Deeya Dey Bhattacharya

Feature painting by Dagna Majewska. Photo from the Internet

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