Roots

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Raucous

Borders as they break
Are still painful 
Always painful 
My selves as I have stitched away
Stitched away and forgotten 
My hidden folds 
As they stretch and reveal
And I moan senselessly 
In the laboured angst 
Of my writhing body
My writhing, twisting
My writhing, twisting
My writhing, twisting, shuddering body
Other people scream inside me
People like greedy corporates
That still stake a right 
On my body land 
And then I stare mutely
Mutely perplexed at this 
This new trekker 

My gaze breaks from him
I am gone somewhere

Do I exist in my head
Or in the rubbing with another
Where is my self located
How do I cognise this existence?

The only rescue seems 
To be arriving in short gallops
Sweet and sweetly enticing 
I am falling asleep with sticky fingers
And bitter chocolate in my mouth 
-
Chandni Girija 
August 07, 2022

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