Written by Tanya Singh
The woman was knitting in the closed obscurity,
She asked me to ‘sink a little closer to the bottom’,
And the saturated ink hit me before I turned pale,
And we were far from reaching the blue diamond,
“Didn’t we see the profanity we carried to our graves,”
I bit my lip, and
I jumped into the ocean,
But there was no water,
And I was all the more thirsty,
So, we climbed into our graves.
The blue diamond had long since expired.
We did not write the letter.
-Originally Published at Voices of Youth (http://www.voicesofyouth.org/en/posts/blue-diamond)