Winter tiptoes at my window
I lie naked on the marble floor
Legs widespread radiating
Rage of passion, but
Body full of remorse.
I violate my body,
In pursuit of emancipation
Feel disgusted at the
Sight of my hands
My mouth tastes
Of white blood, sour!
Pleasure, the whip of power
Bruises my body, blue
At this point–
Winter is an uninvited guest
In search of a morbid body
For a mortuary, en route.
Varnika (Nikku, she/her), a history student at Miranda House, University of Delhi. For Nikku, poetry is perpetual because words will never be enough. You can find her on Instagram @vishyvarnika
Featured image credit: Pixabay