sonogram

i dropped my tears 

on that ancient paper

absorbing some art,

still i couldn't wash,

so i colour my lips

blue, i conceal that

i feel somber and 

insecure every day,

operative sadness

houses in my heart,

my oblations and 

thrills didn't last,

they blunted the 

knife still showed 

me how well they

camouflage, i still 

look at the ceiling,

try to forgive them 

for the fucking past,

but why don't they 

now leave my blood 

columns in waltz?

i want to eat all

my body parts, but 

then how will they 

kill my sonogram 

gestating alone

in the dark?

- chetna 🌻