Sky tripping oranges and bars of star-dust
falling in our frolic skirts.
My sister, I conjured the sustenance of despair and morality
with your apple pie and the almond milk shake.
I churned your spotted skin into my minty breaths
making our bodies glow in the collision of the moon.
I heard mama cry and my cat frowning on the neighbours
when my back was scratched and segmented into tiny fragments.
I remember we did not eat our Dosa or any other fancy dinner for multitudinous days
oh, my sister a week passed by in disconsolate tanned knots of your memory.
And I am still a shivering, paradox of myth.
Bifurcated, haunted.
Devika resides in India and apart from educating English she enjoys reading and writing anything raw and dark perhaps. A hater of hypocrisy and a staunch believer in love she loves solitude and often dances to express her emotions.
Her work has been published in Visual Verse, The Wagon Magazine, Duane’s Poetree, Sick lit mag, Indian Periodicals among various others.
You can read more of her writing at My Valiant Soul
Thank you so much Christine.❤️
LikeLike
Reblogged this on MY VALIANT SOUL and commented:
Taking me in as a Curator of this brave magazine is extremely overwhelming to me.
Thank you Christine.
LikeLike
Welcome Devika! We are so honored to have you join us! 🙂
LikeLike
She is an amazing writer!!! ❤
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Meet Devika Mathur, latest member of the Blood Into Ink Collective.
LikeLike
So glad that I get to officially congratulate you on joining this impeccable collective, now I no longer have to bite ears off about your talent 🙂
LikeLike
Reblogged this on Whisper and the Roar and commented:
Devika Mathur joins Blood Into Ink
LikeLike