Saturday, 1 August 2020

Smruti Sridhar, Poetry 2020 Longlist

REBELLION: Skin, Flesh, Bone and Blood


My skin is pealing itself away

like little curls of chocolate.

There is no need for this cover.

the flesh beneath is just

the right kind of raw to be

broken into.


Little papercuts slice into my flesh,

desiccating. Deviant. Misunderstood.

Slipping out of reach. Melting away

until there is nothing left but

bone, blood and witchcraft.

The beating heart.

Throbbing veins. Overflowing hair

and defiance.


With what is left of me I stand.

A revolt against the system.

Anarchy.

Sticking out – a sore thumb,

wounded but not broken.

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