The Scab

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An intense love by Lopamudra.

Crush me like old dust
between your palms,
Let me burn in sulphur
amid those burning grains.
I want to die,
the last humdrum embers.
As you scratch my
to purge the hostile juices,
You remind me of
and make-believe clichés.

Let me be the scab, the bitch,
As you press your palms against mine.
Catch me in a corner,
licking my eyes’ wax,
My hunger, as I read out to you
my and quirks.

From one world to the next, I hold you
In burning breath
and the whimsies of .
My sunflower and iris, my ocean and sky
Prostrated at your feet,
my imperfect, tilted world
A selective oblivion.

©Lopamudra Banerjee

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Lopamudra Banerjee

Lopamudra Banerjee

Lopamudra Banerjee is a writer based in Dallas, USA. She is the co-editor of ‘Defiant Dreams: Tales of Everyday Divas’, published in collaboration with Incredible Women of India and Readomania. Her unpublished memoir Thwarted Escape has been First Category Winner at the Journey Awards 2014 hosted by Chanticleer Reviews. Her English translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s novella The Broken Home has been serially published at Café Dissensus. She is also an editor of Learning and Creativity.
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