atlas hands

    A poem by Rachna Shah  i. born Sweat gathers upon brow, opal-shaped teardrops exerted Minutes trickle downward, agony-filled moments A pinch of pain, then a roar of pandemonium erupts Birthed is a wrinkly creature, blood-covered body ii. childhood The world is carved from dreams of tarts and sweets, She spends hours upon the ice, tracing images with plump figures Wobbling upon the creaking … Continue reading atlas hands