Skin tapestry. Crawling nail art. Corroding wants and mights.  

 Violin chime chisels grinding my tempered wood spine. Making me bend. 
 A melliferous bow of rotating ovals
 My earth in the centre.
    Like a punch in my plump flesh bowl.

 What have you birthed? 
                    Old songs of life. 

 What have you kindled?
              A shamanic fire that beguiles my senses.
   A vignette of intense light.

© Aakriti Kuntal
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