Monday, 21 September 2009

late night shifts by Alishya Almeida

late night shifts, and
we are not ourselves
girls with too many hearts
blue in destruction mode

her smile catching in webbed
light, mangled hope
causes sunshine depression

but this connection is
better-fall in love with
the dying, homeless,
future home wreckers

this is your shadow
rummaging through
my thoughts

make a sound to
pull me out of inhibition

redhead, golden dress
want to runaway?

Alishya Almeida


Crafty Green Poet said...

Alishya Almeida is 17 and is studying in Bangalore, India. Her work has appeared in Gloom Cupboard, Thirteen Myna Birds and a handful of stones

Gabbi said...

Lovely poem, I really like the way it ends too. Nothing like a proposition to runaway... :)