rifts of my ribs
this sheer existence of snakes in my lawn, my willful obedience to drink their poison, one bit my flesh, other roped my hand, a third climbed up to trench my throat, but my heart was too far, to nozzle me off, i knew ions of my blood are still holding venoms of the past, filtered in the dark, they now push, erode and rupture my veins, spaces under my skins are colouring themselves cobalt, i gasp before praying to the lord, if he can ever signal you , in the blink of an eye, in the hope of light, to reap and revive the dried capillaries of my life, just by your breath, "will you flood the rifts of my ribs just by your breath?" - chetna 🌻