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Devika Mathur resides in India and is a published poet, writer, editor. Her works have been published in the Alipore post, Madras Courier, Modern Literature, Two Drops Of Ink, Dying Dahlia Review, Pif Magazine, Spillwords, Duane’s Poetree, Piker Press, Mojave heart review, Whisper and the Roar amongst various others. She is the founder of the surreal poetry website “Olive skins” and writes for My Valiant Soul. She recently published her book “Crimson Skins worldwide. Her five poems were also published in Sunday Mornings River anthology recently, and her works are upcoming in two more fierce anthologies.


Trigger Warning

The tree is a bone.
Flesh. Thick moss
Outgrown beyond a river stream.
Parallel stigma of existential dream.
Count my fingers here. One two and infinite.
They itch and smudge the scars,
across the water cantatas
Elbow, squealing to form a knot.

Lizards swimming in the porous sheet
of lukewarm chills.
The tree is my mind. Women dancing.
Women breast feeding. Women submerged and knitting.

Brown, black stomach of rains.
All hovering with thrills.
The root is my cheeks, I guess.
Burning bright***** pitches of cool day.

The day ends now. We sleep. We shall cry a bit but we shall sleep.
Goodnight to muses. Farewell to trees/ aroma in the air is liquefied.
Foam memory. Farewell.

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