SOCKS

in poetry •  7 years ago 

hers:

intriguing.
radiant red streaks,
against a deep sky -
raging;
ready to explode
and light up a storm
and then some!

his:

dull,
black, white, striped;
prison socks.
only ankle-length,
yet caging all of him.
never anything more than
a moment of stillness in them;
Sometimes less.


artwork by Ahalya + Rahul from better/verse


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