Frail, fierce and shining by Ansuman

only trump card left

lost in the light of politics

fractures are the only

memory fills in spills out

flickers

throat congestion

a fish vibrates in the womb

I am alone and dry

unwanted fruits growing

on my fourth rib

a cat growls in the ears

few faces are stuck

fractals in my nails

never I thought of your body

walks without soul

often I talk discrete

even breathe in between

bricks

quantum bricks of thought

I am sold in parts

Bliss that I exist

a venomous thoroughfare

often shut my eyes

the signal is lost

tenet is necklace

a naked graveyard

grapes in my groin now

I slit slit slit

longing for a plate of blades