My phone scoffs like Amma, Blinks twice disbelievingly- Are you planning to let go? You've aged 3 years, It's a blurred one

The prompt is inspired by Ilya Kaminsky's Poem 'We lived happily during the War' The women in my family are without a home by Pritha Jain the women in my family are disgraced artists weeping into the after-hours but never once repenting their crimes enough. a haloed moon drools and watches in waning silence as their vermillion digs a sharpened claw into the fault lines of their foreheads. curses rot at the peripheries of dadi's face as she spits them back at her husband durin