I cannot stop it, you cannot stop it.
The red never ends. Blocks of ember swallow the earth. There is hysteria. Delusion is real. Ground shifts, no one can stop it.
Shuffling shape shifting, shocking yet ripened. Youth and age, gender and rage. Mantles of pictures posters of posse.
Madness and crushed, I cannot stop it. House cries, candles weep. There is a yellow sky not far from here. A snake slithers. She lifts herself up shape shifting, glass breaking.
When will you arrive? When the curtain drops, eating paint coughing art choking on rocks.
Call this crime of the highest order. Mind altering, cropped out and blind. Cashmere intertwined, masks of glitter, mayhem in morsels, cat nibbling hair.
Burnt glass water, and cactus clocks, flocking together, chock a block. P – O – E – T – R – Y.
In one breath, unleash the arrows. Backs bare, cameras flashing. The yellow sky swallows us whole.
We cannot stop it. We can only try.
Currents of flesh
criss cross on the stitch.
The pattern is complete,
just pull the thread.
Let it fall apart.
Let it break open.
My heart.
-Yastika Sharma
BA (Hons.) Geography
(Edited by Anushka and Pallavi
Art curated by Devangana)
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