Shatterday To Night Poem by Raj Dronamraju

It's been awhile since I cocooned myself
It's been awhile since I racooned myself
Subjected myself to their jibes "If it's garbage, does it float? "
Stolen crowds in scared procession gurgle in true matchmaking time

Smashed consciousness to pieces - the reminder is hastily scribbled
Fragments of this consciousness burns with a splinter impalement
On Shatterday, you laughed at my "girl"
I put make-up on her and clothed her in ill-fitting designer dresses
I wanted to make her as human as possible

Dream homes around the globe push the panic button with the tips of their noses
Appendages hang down loosely like the sun above massacre sites on the Fourth of July
On Shatterday, I invest in the luxury of isolation
The ice collects on the entitlement of currency into things