A Child Again – Harika Kottakota 

A ruby-tinted shadow clamps my hand
And I’m wading in shards of glass and china
A child again, sanity tethered on Pinocchio strings

I can’t understand 

The curtain fraying into cobweb ribbon
The buttercups bowing to earth  
The russet swing mourning at dusk 

I can’t see color  

My silk finger scrawls on steam  
My failure-of-a-mother’s maiden name   
My stolen words dance along the casket’s borders  

I can fly far, far away 
To forgive, then grow   

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