Unspoken, Unescaped

By Poonam Gaikwad

Unspoken were the words I rehearsed every morning,

Present on tip of my tongue, afraid of escaping.

Aware of the effects it might be having,

Feel like I know like the back of my hand —

But I can’t be more wrong.

You're my riddle,

Endless and as mysterious as it can be.

The effect you have on my ‘I hate it’...

God save me from your words,

Your touch,

Your arms,

Holding me loose during those cold nights — how good they feel.

But even gods can’t save me,

For I have already drowned.

Drowned,

Drowned in your perfume,

In your words.

So fucking suffocating.

And I find it only fair

That we both suffocate in it endlessly.

By Poonam Gaikwad