This moment

this surreal blip in time

this inauspicious hiccup,

an undulation in the cosmic wave

this very moment---

weaves a purgatory where my soul resides

It dangles between

the love and the hapless state of being forgotten

like the anxious child in a maze

or the one left on the

steps of the dilapidated church

I am easy to be forgotten

you look for the faded memories in the

obsidian lines of your palm

but you are ready to scratch me

out the cobwebs of your

pitiful desires.

My love is a mouthful of scorn to you.


Scarred and ostracised by your love

I live like a cobweb

a purgatory of life.

This life weaves a thousand

memories in your soft yarn

neatly picking out mine like a fluff

lodged in your belly button

I exist and sometimes I disappear

born out-of-wedlock.

A moment  meant to be forgotten

A memory meant to disappear.

Megha Sood

Megha Sood is a contributing editor at GoDogGO Cafe, Free Verse Revolution, Heretics, Lovers and Madmen, Sudden Denouement, Whisper and the Roar and contributing poetry editor at Ariel Chart. Publications include Better than Starbucks, FIVE:2: ONE, Mojave Heart Review, Adelaide, Foliate Oak. Visitant Lit, Quail Bell, Dime Show Review, etc. and works featured/upcoming in 35 other anthologies by the US, UK, Australian, and Canadian Press. Two-time state-level winner of the NAMI NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019.National level poetry finalist in Poetry Matters Prize 2019. She blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/ and tweets at @meghasood16

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