(Artwork by Ritvi Ojha)
She comes for me every night,
Embraces me in her seductive cloak,
Filled with needles;
Painting her gray roses with my blood,
She breathes suffocation.
Every time’s there’s a lump of weight
Stuck at the center of my throat
(Making it difficult to breathe),
She gets drunk on my tears,
I develop a taste for her smile.
She turns scars into wounds (a suffering in vain)
Making everything numb except my brain,
But it’s a beautiful kind of pain.
I cannot see but I shiver at her vibe,
For I know she will enter my body and ruin me;
I know I won’t be able to survive,
But I can’t stop her because I have started to enjoy this.
She’s BDSM hitting at my balls and making me hard anyway.
She is just like the girl who friend-zoned me.
She’s anxiety.
– Shantam Sahai