Writing by Akshara Taraniganty
Milk chocolate eyes whisper
At stucco ceilings at a cheap motel that we pooled
Our stupid little earnings to get. You said
If not now, then never. Let’s get away. I heard
Your breath and your finger hooking mine
And I told you I couldn’t wait. My mind rang
Kids, kids, kids. We are too bright to sustain.
We live in tangles that can only be torn apart.
Live in the now. The now is a dingy room
Under an orange light. The now is a lie to myself
And a bleeding heart for you.
The now is tracing the curve of your smile
And leting myself sink into a half-cursed bliss.
I wring myself clear. I brace myself and
My muscles tighten. The now is
Beauty personified, thoughts skipping
Through our heads. We connect.
Nowhere in this world will I find you.
You lie to me. I lie to you. I lie to me.
I pray that I can absolve myself
Of everything you brought me. I pray
To stroke you gossamer-soft.
I imagine you infinity,
Larger than you could be.
We are kids, we cannot yet feel. We dream
Too large, ingest too far,
Burn out before we can breathe.
The worst thing I could do for me is to have you,
Your moonlit silhouette extending, extending.
The worst thing you could do for me
Is to tear us apart, crimson pouring
Out of my severed body, and leave me alone.