City Ghosts Talk To Me When You Don't

by Shruti   Apr 23, 2019


It was an October evening
when the muddy waters of our pond dried up.
That night we sat beside it
and sobbed
while our mothers only watched from afar.
We were only seven.

Autumn evenings still make me shiver.
I hear city ghosts crying their lungs out
while clawing at their chests for something other than air.
We did too when we found only fury in each others eyes.
We were only not seven.

I thought I was dreaming;
if I was, I did not wake up yet.

I kissed the bloodied lips of a stranger today.

I am dreaming.
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming.

-

24th April, 2019.

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  • 3 months ago

    by Vanesa

    ‘I hear city ghosts crying their lungs out
    while clawing at their chests for something other than air.’
    My favorite line. I find myself grasping for something anything real anything I can hold. Thanks for sharing.

    • 3 months ago

      by Shruti

      That feeling is scary. Thank you very much!

  • 4 months ago

    by Em (marmite)

    What a poem....

    • 4 months ago

      by Shruti

      In a positive way, I hope! ^_^

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    At first I thought the title was long for the poem, but then I get it. It completes the poem!! The poem is so sad, and it leaves a lingering feeling, I think it’s because of the repetition at the end.
    Love this, well done Shruti :)

    • 4 months ago

      by Shruti

      Tbh at first I too thought the title was long, but it felt just right for the poem. You're right, it completes the poem. Thank you for reading!

  • 4 months ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Great to see new work from you, Shruti, and I am so glad to see this nominated.

    All the best as ever,
    Ben

    • 4 months ago

      by Shruti

      It has been two years haha, thank you very much!

  • 4 months ago

    by Aegis

    Absolutely love this! New fave for sure^_^

    • 4 months ago

      by Shruti

      Thank you!

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