The Bookshop Sessions #6

The sea legs hold her tongue hostage

as She kicks at a sandy throat

Before the telling of a long journey

With pockets packed full and tight

Her scrunched up stories remain few 

In the pauses of self-doubt

The silence carves out empty spaces 

where tears would be 

As she loses her way 

The rain begins to feel 

What it means to fall settling gently

colder and colder 

older and older

The way is still unfound            

Searching the air for

where the neck bone lodges,

or so they say;

I’ve seen the promised land, 

and it lands not four feet

away from the start of beating hearts 

that scar on their way down

…since then I had this recurring dream, 

it kept calling Rahim, 

saying the flames will arise 

as I look the devil in the eyes

With a mouth full of pebbles

He screams kadaba daba

“Climb the ladder 

ladder”

So loud that near the top rung one falls

To find out she had wings all along

Cutting through the resistance; 

she whistles before it screams into a song

only heard when the ear shines 

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