Porcupine

by Rukhaya MK

Life turns a somersault
on me-
A cardboard cutout in a plastic
kinetic world-
as darts dart from all directions
some striking the target right,
 inconspicuously growing some
on me like grafted hurts,
some strewn on the floor,
each with an
autobiography
of its own.

Thwarted motives, misspelt intentions
Grudges that long ago
ran away return-
 disguised with their progeny
Rehearsed voices on phone lines
fail to connect warmth
mingling synthetic  sorrows,
with  plastic comforts.
Voyeuristic stares peep
to witness the spectacle
of how I survive the experiment
yet again.
Deliberate ambiguities where
Subject turns Object.