I felt a crack spread
from the h o l l o w
of my chest
to the little puddle of nothingness
that rests in my throat,
b
l
o
o
d
seeping through the breaks in my skin,
s p r e a d i n g
like milk clouding in tea, flowers blooming
upon my skin, tracing the patterns of your
fingertips, s l o w, fast, so
sudden
l
y
collecting
against my neck, smudged memories
staining every inch
of me
By Umang Kalra
About Umang:
Umang Kalra is an nineteen-year-old museum enthusiast, obsessive reader, procrastinator, airport lover, art nerd, and travel addict. She is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin. You can view her writing at the following links: https://www.instagram.com/woodlandwinds_/ , https://cobblestonedstreets.wordpress.com/ , https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrls4_mvJzNl–PUEr5t01w
Embroidery by Juana Gomez.