Naught I… Flesh I… Face I… Bleeding I… I… I ripped my face from my skull today, Even savored it slightly As it melted, Fallen flesh seeping into the crevice between My lips…
Tag: dark poetry
A poem from Sanghvi’s fifth book, Cerulean. Released: March 13, 2020. Content warning: grotesque imagery, eating disorders, potential for self-harm, suicidal ideology Find more info on Cerulean HERE, or follow Ami J. Sanghvi on Instagram or Twitter for updates.
A poem from Sanghvi’s fifth book, Cerulean. Released: March 13, 2020. Sometimes, I try on these words like jeans. I squeeze into them, or else squish them into my small, flat palms, as if it is they who will wear me instead. Alas! They almost never seem to fit,