Cell Division of the Violence

 

 

The plastic bag with your body parts

tucked in, makes a hollow face

midst the water hyacinths.

A bubble dreams of the evening.

A stork flies close in, and I shadow

my footprints back to the room,

to the numbness, to the anger,

to the coldness, to the origin.

 

The bedroom smells of the disinfectant.

The bedroom smells of you.

The bedroom smells of nothing.

 

 

 

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Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor

 

Edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’.

 

Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), “A Place For Your Ghost Animals” (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), “Understanding The Neighborhood” (BRP, Australia), “Scratches Within” (Barbara Maat, Florida), “Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems”  (BRP, Australia) and “Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems” (Hawakal Publishers, India)


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One Response to Cell Division of the Violence

  1. Pradnya says:

    It is a slap-on-the-face poem. It gave me goosebumps. Brilliant poetry.

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