When we are done with all this
With the tatters
After I pick the pieces
Or if I grow new skin, fingers, heart, stomach
Do you think i will walk whole?
Because I want to walk whole.
And
When I’m walking whole
Please see that background music plays
That the camera is fixed on slow motion mode.
My hair in sunlight
My smile
Zoom in on the smile
The eyes that light up
And
Even though I’m in sunlight
The temperature
Has to be air conditioned
Got it?
Because then it’s ok
All this bile
All the broken pieces
The intestines that are spilling out
This heart that is barely beating?
All of this is ok.
~Vinitha, 28 days of writing poetry
