A Death Star
I feel a sudden twitch
between the penumbra
of sunsets and sunrise.
choking my cerebrum,
I hear a wave of denouement
I hear horrors, I see horrors.
I sink into the pool of deaths and lives
counting my fingers, I thrash my hair locks
spin, spin, spin.
My life is a death star
hanging loose in the sky
mocking my decorations, painted.
how many segments form on my elbow?
Detonating like a lizards tail, regeneration.
We often explode in the same process,
My mouth becomes a temple now,
Pollen grains, ashes, memories.
- Devika Mathur 2018
Devika Mathur, a published author and a poet from India is a big-time logophile and a lover of Oxymorons. Her work has been previously published and is upcoming in Visual Verse, Subterranean blue poetry, Kitaab.org, Indian Periodicals, Sick Lit mag among various others.