TWI Poetry: Prosthetic Beings

Divisha Chaudhry I hug youYou hug me The prosthetic gods are born like this We all contain divine elementsIt is the present that is rustedand so when we hug We become something plasticSomething which we manufacturedPatiently, tediously and diligently We hugWe become someone extraordinarySomething polished and We dissolve into our prosthetic parts That cling against…