Blisters

I saw blisters piercing up
my hands fed with acid
They changed from red
to blue to white
No more hairs to shiver
No more water to sweat
Vaporized in due fear
Of the returning shadow
The fear was not of sounds
Of ghostly footsteps
Not of a burnt bloody face
But when the shadow returns
And refuses to accompany me
For shadows don't follow ashes
But skin filled with blood.
The abandoned laboratory
was my death or a life
limping to regret
my tests to turn the liquid
From Red to Blue to white.

Dr. Sonnet Mondal has authored four books of poetry and has been honoured many times with International and National awards for his contribution in Poetry. He is the pioneer of the 21 Lines Fusion Sonnet form of poetry. URL:-www.sonnetmondal.co.cc

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