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The sun refuses to rise
Obscured by sultry rain
My blood runs darkened purple
Through thyroxin deprived vein.
A silent scream escapes
Through a half dead ventricle
My hands grope feverishly at
A pack of popsicle.
If only it was not tied down
By iron chains of rhyme
I could sleep off this terrible day
With hemlock soaked in lime…

Author: monami mukherjee

Poet, Blogger, Undergrad Professor. Literature and film enthusiast. Excited about both critical and creative writing.

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