Festered wound

Festered wound

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By  Shubhrastha

Cultivated love
withers with weather-ed change.

Just as the radios distributed
have withered away in rust,
in want of signals-
that hang limply
in desperate search.

The tendons of snapped cables,
doctored channels,
filtered news.

News freeze in memory
too curfewed to kiss
the caskets called
brain sockets-
just as
my neighbor’s blood lies buried
under layers of this snowy ‘paradise’
in an awaited wish to
unstiffen and thaw.

To release
bloody tears of ‘special status’ happiness.

Can you see the bunkers

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