Cuts and Ribbons-Aakriti Kuntal

Beautiful poetry with a bite from Aakriti Kuntal

Writings of Aakriti Kuntal

The rose is a wash basinI bend and drain the colors of washed daylightSoft prickles, gristly porcupine scales, fingers escaping fingersThe pipeline likes to revolve, its convoluted sense of being stemming from my perforated smileI hereby hold, the collective layers of bodyand rob it of its molecular pride
Gooseflesh, bathing in general shades of scorpion eyesI reflect, reflect, refract and scattershadows in milk and milk in flight Watch the mirrors begin, dissolve into a soaked resolution Suck the glass chips, stuff them into sparkling teethI am your split, I am my splitThe rose is a voidand I am falling outUnreeling this fractured sense of demise

Image and words © Aakriti Kuntal

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