Abel Thundil
Posted on : 20 May 2021
CANCER
Your hair lies on my arms;
A black mass
Once sweet and wet
Like a pink hibiscus,
A blade of leaf.
Strong;
Mangroves holding close a widening river.
Now
Only a bare island
Wounded and pulsing with red skin;
Only a black curl
Declaring survival amid the ache.
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Posted on : 20 May 2021
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