The Day Could Not Be Saved
I baptized the hands
with salty holy waters
and rose flavoured sanitiser, to start the work.
I touched shanty plastic flowers
and some wet candy in the back pocket.
God knows how it got there.
yesterday, I have set a new
modus operandi —
not responding to the calls of round pillows
not eating emotions
no to pity partying and
not listening to the loony mind.
to let some new breezes into my…