Blood

Next week, new poetry.

Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

Day 30 #minimalistpoem #napowrimo

Blood only shifts its tide
murmuring from this shore to another,
passing each stone in the way

Each stone, each,
a stone is all that stays,
cold witness to unspeakable things

Blood only shifts its tide
Women in my room have
more sorrow than breath.

©️ Aakriti Kuntal

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