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Necromancer

—Rakshithaa Jaiganesh

Necromancer

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Let our minds betray us – give me

a frame that was once warm to work with.


There is an end hunchbacked over me.

I owe nothing but busy my hands


like a mother. There is a reckoning slumped

like a not-quite-death. I steal metaphor


and wring its neck. Penitence. Like the heart

a poem lives in thunder. Through the


arteries a language erupts.

Here is an inscription, a thing within


a thing, vein-blue to the touch.

Here is a body, ill-fitting and fevered.


Go – tell Ouroboros, our forefather of

paradox: This won’t ease, but it fractals.

About

RAKSHITHAA V. JAIGANESH (she/her) is a high school senior currently based in the Bay Area. While she hasn't been published yet, she loves to write poetry and keeps a collection of poems on a gigantic google document. When she isn't writing, she's making music, being with family, or reading a good book! :)

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