A rock fell from my brain to dimple the crowd of dogs, scattering their roars over hunchback epithets we use when our names fall sick.
The clock strikes emotions and the tick-tock stops. Swallow my bones like the branches of a tree. It is easy to mix lies with petrified mattocks, calcified moments stuck between your teeth, like the river hanging loose from a cave stone.
Unpack the truth from the seeds of an apple because commas are a wonderful way to say NO
We walk on the wooden muscles of the cannibal stars, thump thump thump their matchstick dinner falling on eternity’s stretcher, gone without a trace.
Broken stones cannot be fixed.
Tap zero hard.
One stolen from infinity
is the world.
Sow the sky fields on my iris, the sea shell kingdom walls echoing broken grief hidden in deep pockets of forgotten clothes, a lonely worm consoling the bruised fruit, the frown perched on your smile like the red ‘X’ mark on the calendar date.
Peel the words till they become you.
are foolish veterans scraping valor off our cheeks like toeless deserts.
The pilgrims always clean their shoes on the surface of outside world hard as the bedroom walls.
The two legged animal your tongue wears
is my castle on Sappho’s paper boat
when I lick the stars off my plate.
Plastic emotions bend easily when we apply force, one decaying wind at a time, and the gnarled branches will tell you how to effectively use seconds. Mandible works best
when we are toothless.
Matter lost will always be found.
Shinjini Bhattacharjee holds an M.A degree in English Literature and is a self professed jabberwocky who loves to explore the poems garbed in emotions of varied hues every moment of her life composes. Her works have been published in, or are forthcoming in The Stray Branch, Nostrovia! Poetry,White Ash Literary Magazine, Poetry24, Pyrokinection and Four and Twenty Poetry, among others.