tragōidia
On the field I watch them carry a lamb
to be slaughtered, perplexed at
the cruelty the world must have
to sacrifice such a gentle & dainty thing–
its snow-soft skin, eyes wide & bright,
little legs giving in as it enters a world
seemingly full of wonders, unaware of the fate
it’s condemned to; & then I remember myself
from all those years ago: Was I not a child, too?
Phoenix Tesni (she/her) is a twenty-three year-old poet from New Delhi. A Best Small Fictions finalist, her works also appear in Surging Tide, Limelight Review, Sage Cigarettes, Celestite Poetry, and many other places. Phee likes to dedicate her life to consuming & creating art, indulging in all forms of South-Korean multimedia, and petting as many cats as possible. You can find her at phoenixtesni.com or on Twitter/Instagram @PhoenixTesni.
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