Effluvia

Tattered and torn, she
abandoned the old broken brazier
burning the boiling sweet corns
choked by bundles of straw
and her face red hot,
hiding tears behind
the effluvia and thick smoke.

Rusted and broken attic’s door, she
chained and firmly locked it
turned into the space to store
nothing but hundreds of dung-cakes
and her dead child’s
new bassinet
still wrapped in plastic.

Anomalously she recants
the powerful vibrations
coming out from the deepest corners
of her heart by engaging
her mind in suture and shears
sewing and stitching the voodoo doll
whispering a lullaby
to this new child in the making.

But she wouldn’t have to
if she knew
that the devil was called
Polio.

My very first effort for any prompt ever. Written for Wordle prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

Photo Credit: deviantart.net
Photo Credit: deviantart.net
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  1. Nice thought. Really intriguing

  2. This is truly phenomenal haunting, agonizing, creepy perfection. The words were used very naturally loved it!

  3. Wow, a haunting write! I am so glad you decided to give the prompt a go!
    Make sure you leave the link to this in the Mr Linky on the Wordle prompt post, so other contributors can find your entry and leave you feedback! 😀

  4. Absolutely powerful and I had to go back and look for the words. You blended them in wonderfully.

  5. Neeraj, so much sadness I read in this and haunting. Wonderfully penned.

  6. oh my – i agree with the above comments – haunting – but beautifully expressed. i had to look up the title word:)

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