Hold The Sugar


My chest is a teacup, fine bone
china chipped off at the edges
by the teeth that clashed against
the porcelain cream, leaving rose
shaped bruises people gasped
over- ‘is that hand painted water
colour?’- rimmed with the thinnest
line of gold trim scraped off by
years and years of tongues being
held back by the brim of scalding
liquid that poured forth every time
someone tried to tip it- hot heated
crimson stained with anger, lust,
and, uncontrolled spillage of words
that stain the sheen every time they
flow through, till the glaze is tinted
a faint yellow, not bright enough
to be the sun, and not weak enough
to live in the melancholy of sepia
tinted dreams and wants, my heart
is the bottom that gathers all the
dregs left by every spill that splashed,
quietly hoarding every leaf, every
drop of dirty milk, and every little
omen I can read, my chest is a teacup,
and it cracks every day, little rivulets
escaping their little cage, the pressure
of simply trying to exist, to be
exploding through their embrace.

– Harnidh Kaur

About Harnidh:
Harnidh is a part-time poet and a full-time student of Public Policy. She likes debates, purple, and smashing the patriarchy. She spends her free time questioning existing stakeholder patterns and rewatching Bollywood movies. Her first collection of poetry, The Inability of Words, released in 2016. Her second book under Thought Catalog Press is awaiting an early 2017 release. She was a Campus Diaries 25 Under 25 finalist in the Writing category, and was shortlisted for the Srinivas Rayaprol Poetry Prize 2016.

Artwork by Alucinori.

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