Friday, August 24, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla

The Shedding of Skin.

parched lullabies seem jarring,
gentle persuasion an assault,
quiet understanding reeking of decay,
fatigued under this skin in which I must stay.

Dreams of moulting,
shedding the hubris of crafty words,
flushing away all famished rhymes,
ripping the fibres of an ink-stained past.


Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,
never to last.

Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla

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