The story that needs to be told
is the one recited in his sleep.
He wants to carry it into the day
but its words won’t wake with him.
Now when he speaks, it sounds
like a cracked bell, and the doors
he opens ache on their hinges,
an echo diminishing, the trace
of a road erased from a map.
When he asks for directions,
they always lead to where the rain
drives its nails into the ground.
Samyuktha Kannan is a student of law, based out of India. Her work includes research and writing on Kashmir, political economy, and carcerality. Her works have previously appeared in places such as ZNetwork.org, Frontline, Human Geography, and Groundxero.