Fallen Trees- by Devika Mathur

The roar of my body swirls and disintegrates at constant hours.

The need to sit and talk to my self-

about a fallen tree and a broken rib.

 lips of mine are pink and purple in shade

coinciding with your sniff stuck to my elbows.

The home of my heart rests upon the grasslands

upon the dwindling starry talk.

Do you care?

Do you listen?

The solid knock. The solid pitter-pattern.

I must warn you of my mood

of falling over again and again almost like a seizure

and galloping my fist in an automated manner.

The Earth is rushing through my womb

as I watch you eating my lotus- eye.

one for two

and two for none

 succumbed in the floral air.

We see nothing beyond our own vapid creativity now.

Hear this out-

as I walk again- hear this out again. 

Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer, and editor. Her works have been published in The Alipore Post, Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane’s Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst others. She is the founder of the surreal poetry website “Olive skins” and writes for https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/   She recently published her book “Crimson Skins”  and her five poems were also published in Sunday Mornings River anthology recently and has her works upcoming in two more fierce anthologies.