A short poem that was long-listed for Hive Young Writer's competition. Written in Bar, August, 2022 (Image: The Chick by Frida Kahlo)
Hope caught in your hair,
wings, panicked, fluttering,
Tangling and unshuttering
the combed furrows,
that trace out like palms
a future untroubled
by the splitting ways
that fork the ends of desire.
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