withdrawal
I walk past the alleys/We slithered into/Hours past my curfew/It's been a week since you last spoke to me/And a month/Since I listened/The longing /Screams out of my eye sockets/Like a train engine/My mum perceives as nothing more/Than background noise/I try to resuscitate /The parts of our love, [once young and golden]/Stuck in the cracks of life[Grey, and numb]/When you seem happier without me/I congratulate you/On thieving the safety I knew/Like the back of my hand/And calling it liberation/The doctors give me/Pills/The names of which I can't pronounce/So I don't pick the dead tissue anymore/Every time I walk down our old alleys/And the walls are being painted grey/I overdose
Srishti Uppal is an eighteen-year-old poet and essayist from New Delhi, India. She is Editor-in-Chief of Teen Belle Magazine, blog correspondent for The Brown Orient Literary Journal, mixed genre editor for (inter)change, editorial assistant for Homology Lit, and poetry reader for Marias at Sampaguitas. Her work may be found in the Royal Rose and Crepe and Penn, among others. You can follow her on Twitter @UppalSrishti or Instagram @Srishtiuppal_
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