Dead cells

Whimpering, the dog pulls at the grill with his mouth
He has been locked for four hours now.
People are now more careful with their doors;
Who walks in and out.
No one noticed the dog with three legs hopping in the dark-
(It is dark because the building light is not needed anymore.)
At 3 AM I hear him as my only company.
Walls separate us, twin cells for the both of us.
What is common between us, I think.
Looking at my green painted nails, I imagine his claws.
These dead cells sprouting is with us both.
Tomorrow, I need to wash my hair after dusting the dirt off the house.
I don’t feel like waking up anymore.
Never sleep, just stare at the blue screen
This unmoving creature
That you are looking at right now.


Access prose and poems in my book, “Dreaming in a Fish Bowl”!


Copyright ©Devika Todi. All rights reserved.


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