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.
Bio
Yogita Sharma is a high school senior who appreciates the arts and has always been fond of exploring different ways in which she can speak her truth. She has just recently started writing poetry recreationally and always enjoys new opportunities