Her Memory

She doesn't die

But lives

As itching on

A skin.

Responses

4 comments so far.

1. Shivraj Rajaram says:

   :) i liked it

2. 'Niece says:

   The way this is written makes me wonder what you feel for this person...an itch...hmm none the less I truly enjoyed this poem!

3. soma sundaram says:

   Thanks Alissa. You know, love can be a many-splendor'd

   thing. Incidentally, it is also a many-splintered thing.

4. Alaska says:

   an itch. An itch as in annoying? and itch as in somthing that wont go away no matter how hard you scratch, but it just starts to hurt and sting? An itch........? so many questions evoked by one single poem. Amazing. I love poems that make me wonder and think. :)
   Alaska
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