Jul 28, 2016
shhh, it wont hurt
I used to think that birds
could be lovers/
Until my beak broke.
and I could no longer eat/ sin.
been swimming low ever since.
Teeth,
sweating.
Screams,
crawling
up my skin.
eyelids. heavy like the tsunami
that raped Mumbai’s streets.
I realized/
Happiness/
lasts as long as those moments/
in those offices/
right before the first plane hit the first
twin tower/
I still
Tower,
on my toes
gasp for air,
dangle my feet,
I levitate,
reach for a kiss and
you
stand there/
unaware.
I guess its just not suffocating enough in here.
-Neha S.