I’ll cut on paper edges
And bleed, bleed, bleed
Blue ink that flows in my veins
Thoughts that intimate my mind.
Nails and scratches that run on my skin
Voices sink in my throat
A million stares on my bare legs
A million on my covered chest
They picture me
My thighs spread, mouth open
Whimpers and moans of names escaping my throat.
Dirty, my untouched skin feels
Under the shower, I scrub and scrub
Wash the awareness of looks
That lingered for seconds more than two.
Knives and scars under my skin
Fingers probing flesh, discovering
Dreams that make me sigh and lift my hips
Strangers with perfect bodies and tanned skin.
Sun on my hair, knotted twice
Tendrils on my sweaty neck
Exposed to the kisses
Of strangers that tower in buses
Ghosting lips and whispered words.
Lewd comments that my mind deciphers
A minute too late as I feel
Threatened in a public place.
Pale skin, my doom
Shine in the sea of brown
Unwanted attention shifts
To my collar bones and skinny arms.
Pink lips, my curse
I bite on them ever so often
Feel the want of men as they look
With a thirst that makes me awkward.
Did I ask for this, I wonder
Waiting for the mirror to answer
Eyes on my eyes on my eyes
A bitter truth, bitter lie.
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