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.

Knowing.

Always knowing,

that honey-soaked kisses, seem destined,

breathlessly,

never to last.

Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla

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