Content warning for descriptions of sexual violence
mouth full of diamonds and now my tongue is bleeding
scared to swallow so i am barely breathing
you peck my lips and yours turn rouge
you call it love but it’s a fresh cut bruise
lips on neck, my lungs collapsing
i am a shaking mess, my ribs unclasping
your nails sketch ‘slut’ , the bruise seeps in my back
it sits, another layer, inside my flesh, filling the cracks
ropes trace marks from a fallen moon’s memory
tears kiss breasts, your edges break my sanity
my lips sewn, bleed against your thumb’s gentle caress
my bones refuse to hold your weight against me, pressed
your fingers paint lust across the white of my flesh
my eyes drip disgust, printing burn marks on me, afresh
i feel you inside, i feel you around me
numb, my weight rests on you, as you pound me
satiated, you leave, i unfold like an origami flower
too many creases to repeat broken art
i spit out blood and the marble drinks it
the rubies lay like neglected trinkets
Writing since age 11, Shriya Bajpai [She/Her] addresses topics of mental health and trauma. She writes with the purpose of reaching out to those who may find refuge in her work and sometimes, to find refuge in it herself. Currently she is 18 and is completing her schooling from Delhi, India.