My body as a canvas | Gaurree Verma

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

My body is a canvas

Painted by colours of my own.

You see those blue spots,

They are bruises from everytime

I let myself drown in my own tears.

You see the red skin,

That is from everytime

I've thought about losing myself and my link.

You see the black scribbles in place of a head,

That is from everytime

I've let myself get carried away,

By words of betrayal.

It has become a place,

Where light is afraid to enter

And stars are afraid to burn