The Void After Yesterday

By Satvika A. Menon

Sepia photographs and inky signatures are
a testament to how much of yesterday remains –
a sliver of a day,
a wisp of a moment caught at the edges of Time’s barbed skirt,
displayed amongst other almost-broken relics,
dust collected and withering beneath the modern light.

How tragic it is,
that so many days and hours spent in joy and bliss
fade away into the void after yesterday,
to be tampered and reworked by our minds,
to slowly slip past us and away,
away into the darkness and the silence,
into the never-ending nothingness –
the abyss.

“As a teenager, I write as it is an outlet for my energy – for all the emotions I cannot express elsewhere.” – the writer

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