Blockages Poem by Ankit Damani

the flawless wrinkles
settle gently now.
Creases of water
force themselves
upon the murky
minds of infants.
The exteriors delve
into sinuous stains
of plasma, scattering
e v e r y w h e r e
to take
over the clear veracity. Gasps of air
interrupt the silence;
whispers of death.
Limbs
stop jolting.

Scarlet sins flood her
eyes.
The wrinkles do
not return.
A spurt of
tranquility.
The mother
stares at her
creation with
such joyous
approval.