Seconds away from a collision
I saw into the future,
That's how I feel now.
As I wait for my name to be erased from your lips;
I had already seen myself with a wounded shoulder when our bike tilted
That's how I see you now;
Your face stoned and eyes filled with hatred.
Inches away from the concrete
I could already taste the earthy metallic taste and the smell of the sun
That's what I taste now;
The saltiness of my regret and the lingering smell of your friendship.
But even as I landed
I could not see but the back of my father's head,
Landing in the middle of the road with a thud
Just as I see now;
The marks my stabbings have left on you
And the years they will take to heal.
Anwesha Kashyap
History
Third Year
Art Curated By Angel Rose Thomas
Edited by Dhritimona Bharadwaj
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