Prayer #2

Written by Willow, one of our poetry writers, and edited by Udita, one of our editors!

i.

On the rooftops we decipher sun salutations, or pleas

to the sun, a cherubic cake thief

taunts us to be happy even as

pallid Helios approaches with his whip

ii .

Sunshades are a pitying mercy

to these sleepers swimming with medals as deadweights,

eyelids already encrusted by heart-like corals

By daylight we would have forgotten their grief;

this we learnt as door gods

iii.

Morning only turns erect behind the wire

Our temple, a canopy of comatose fairies

Yesterday the ruby fruits fell & rotted

in a shower of blood, until

we too, became somnolent,

smudging effigies with opium

iv.

The murmur of stiletto heels on basking pavements

stroked to sleep by the sun

is a tricky dirge. The end of us must appear then,

as a sensual cocktail of caffeinated hallucinations

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This piece was written by one of our poetry columnists, Willow. Reach them at @oldmanheart, on Instagram!

This piece was edited by one of our editors, Udita. Reach them at @wilde_woolf on Instagram.

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