Static Flow

By: Alekhya Singh

Numb. The winter barren

Left me stationary

Honeycombs are home

Where bees no longer arrive

And sunlight in shades of yellow

I space fingers, to let it partially

Rest upon my crisp melancholy

Weary. My breathing abode

Cracking calcified bones

Are all detached

Sinking in an effervescent void

All embers in the fleeting time

I wail in pain of religious hymn

It rests upon my shuddering spine

Zilch. A startled mind

For haunting is her empty core

Baffled veins untangle no more