Pedestal

Pedestal

Raisa Anan Mustakin

I open my chest to the
ethers; You see the blood, 

The bones, 
The lungs. 

My God; 
He sees the heartache, 

The goodness, 
The unadulterated untouchables. 

I shut my mouth against the grind;
The machine roars back to life, 

Asks me to participate, 
Savor the sins of the soil. 
I call for Him; He calls back, 

Calls me His child, 
And nails my toes to His pedestal.

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Raisa Anan Mustakin
Poet & Student

Raisa's poetry has been published in Indian Periodical, Oxford University Poetry Society Magazine and UNICEF Voices of Youth. Besides writing, she has gained experience in poetry editing from her work at Particle Literary and Arts Magazine. More of her work can be found at linkedin.com/in/raisa-anan-mustakin-4b9b2b227

Photography by Alex Reiss