I'm trying to write again

Up, I crawl, within the folds of her saree.

In her prances, my ground shakes

as the earth quakes.

In the fabric, I fabricate tales of survival

As I play hopscotch in the plaids.

In the shadows of the folds, I fold my fears.

Tearing her saree, I catch a tear.

I look up, she is sad.

She looks down. She is mad.

Her hand zooms in on me,
I nearly escape her sinister swat.

But alas, I have flown into her naval--

An endless abyss,
It also prances.

But now, it's my walls that shake.

And my hope,

That has been shaken.