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 🌻