by: kausik chatterjee
|A nicotine-heavy night –|
|Candles gleam with dim forbiddance,|
|On a wooden chair scales of darkness curl.|
I sit with my spine arced parabollically
And thrust the needle deep
Into the soft flesh of fabric,
I watch with vengeance
How the stitches regiment up into a design.
Oh, stop it!
I hurl my needles into the eddying darkness,
And it peals like a bell,
And it unfolds like a telescope:
I see the chaos within……