pink shirt

i have lost the 

moisture of 

the edges of 

my eyes, i lie and 

weep beneath such

a brown cloud, 

an act of love;

that pink shirt i 

wore at school,

is untouched now,

a symbol of despair

in my house,

a single thing-

a matchstick and 

sudden ignition, 

what if it catches 

and singes my 

body hair in doubt,

i scream but

drywalls absorb 

my every sound, 

it kills me but 

my depression 

does not count,

i gaze at some 

mystical power to 

learn if i have

been hollowed-out;

"fuck my mouth!"

- chetna 🌻