Frost in the eyes of a refugee woman by Debasis Mukhopadhyay

She tells me faces seep into her prayers and eyes fold into droplets still breathing in the ice.
 
She tells me heart shakes the stretched-open memories from all the bones and hands flow past the wind wanting to belong in time.
 
She tells me on such days the bite of frost slips through the lumps of her breath and she sees tomorrows lacing the dead waiting to break loose from the tunnel of hope.
 
 
Debasis Mukhopadhyay‘s work has  appeared often on I Am Not A Silent Poet and has also appeared in many journals including The Curly MindThirteen Myna BirdsYellow Chair ReviewOf/WhichSilver Birch PressThe Bitchin’ KitschFoliate OakEunoia ReviewSnapping TwigWith Painted WordsRevolution John, Fragments of ChiaroscuroWords Surfacing, among others. He lives and writes in Montreal, Canada. Follow him https://debasismukhopadhyay.wordpress.com/or @dbasis_m on Twitter.

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