Underneath my clothes,
Beyond my breasts, straight in the heart
Hidden is an ashy gray void,
Where I pile my deepest of the deep,
Pleasures, lies, feelings, memories, all clogged up.
It stinks in my chest, burns my core, But yet,
Every night I take a look in there and wait,
For those silent tears to roll down my chubby cheeks,
Hit below my face, and on the floor.
But still I visit this void over and over again, everyday,
Till a day, it becomes my favourite place to stay.
-Roshni Rajshekhar Nair