I said,
I have a problem,
I have lived a life and realised
the stranger in the room is me…

You said – ‘yes, keep going’.

There is a screaming voice inside.
This scream won’t make a sound, I said.

‘That’s a problem’, You said,
‘screams should always make a sound’.

You paused to watch a butterfly float by
and said –
‘A tight space beckons,
not an inch to spare,
air thinned to a crisp note,
movement restricted to a light hum.
Then’.

I walked to the edge,
the edge of something-
I stretched out my arms.

My chest wide open and fragile.

My right palm facing upwards,
my left palm facing down,
and whirled.

 

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