God spews her out. She turns human / object
In photographs (mocking) she sees herself smiling and laughing,
when a stranger puts his scent on a baby bird the mother abandons it.
(memory is but a flock of birds)
That letting yourself be killed is the highest form of beauty and love
And everything pretty is uncomfortable everything uncomfortable is bottled.
Affection and this time the hands are good hands (mostly)
An ugly girl alive is better than a rotting corpse wrapped in silk and perfume.
A final death after a string of smaller deaths is not very exciting, she hopes no one brings mushrooms or red flowers.
Sukriti Anand is an undergrad who writes prose poetry and fiction residing in India. She hopes to continue publishing and get a dog.