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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Yogita Sharma


thrown to the wind

the intensity of that night leaves the same gaping hole of what i could not seem to remember,

of what was robbed of me.

that same elastic ember of evocation ripped from the edges of my recollection
burned raw from the twisted tricks of my mind,

i desperately drag open the doors of my past
only to see a mouthful of memories
groping and grasping with talons of lost talent

as i flail in your flaunting flame
maybe one day, i'll learn to take the blame.