The Cord | राग

 Name of Poem:

                           " The Cord"

Name of Poet:

                           " Leanne O’Sullivan"

Explaination:

I lay on the floor for hours.

Cradle in the middle of the school with a phone

My shoulders and ears, a plate of frost

Rice on my left, my school books on my right.

The cord twists between my fingers.

I talked to friends who knew.

The language of our circle. Throat and lungs

Swollen, we talked deep into the night,

playing with hair dye and suicidal ideation,

About the boys who didn't love us.

The one we loved so much, Dard

Every sentence of the nights was.

New area, like a door.

Glass is breaking due to rapid penetration.

With delirium, with knowledge and fear.

My mother never complained about the phone bill.

What is the cost of his daughter's disappearance?

He was watching Dory behind the door.

pulling his muscles away from him.

Maybe he thought it was the only way.

She can reach me, send me.

Talking in the underworld.

While I was speaking.

She could put my ear on the weak ground.

Thanks.