Her bones in me, piercing through my skin;
my heart throwing webs of veins to take over first,
we meet halfway on the battlefield.
In the blood and the gore, she touches my cheek
and we merge;
merge to become a single entity,
a monster of deformed parts;
parts of her and parts of me,
strung together delicately,
bleeding in ecstasy,
and the pain is finally put to ease.
- Anamika Chaurasiya
Third Year
B.A. (H) Psychology
[Edited by Nilabja Das & Mehak Aggarwal
Art Curated by: Anamika Chaurasiya]
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