Poetry at Sangam



8TH JANUARY: RIOT by Naveen Kishore

Rigid. Imprisoned in bed. Staring at the ceiling.
She saw the spiders scurrying away. Fearing a deluge.

Straining every muscle into stillness. She reached between her legs.
And pulled up a dead wish. Suffocated in its own blood.

Unfettered. And furious. The blood.
Flooding the land.

Once begun. There was no stopping it.