Miscalculations

A micro poem

Photo by Marcos Paulo Prado on Unsplash

Earth-shattering regret
journeys through my ribs,
searching for magnets
in my bone marrow.
Once I said to someone
that I was made of iron.
I wish I could tell them
that now I am a sponge,
absorbing this
inexplicable longing.
I am now a hot mess
dripping miscalculations.

©Kavya Janani. U

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