MURMURS: LARYALEE FRASER

Sometimes, when evening
settles down, creaking against
her bedroom walls

his whispers float up
from her pillow.

She feels them flutter against
her mind, dispersing
warm-tinctured memories
into the fissures
where loneliness hides.
Patiently, she waits to cross
night's thick-curtained threshold

for only in dreams
can she reply.







 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
Background image by Kabir Kashyap Web graphics and design by Smita Maitra

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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