Curved In

by Satish Verma

Uncovering your breasts
and waist,
you become half-eaten.

Disaffection
fathers a child.

The intimacy was
false. There was anger
and theatrics.

The paternity suit falls
flat. The boundaries between
underthings are torn.

Painting the self-portrait
I had made a cut on my face
for you to bleed.

With a flick of hand
you wipe out the whole future.

17-Jun-2013

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