it always starts at the tips of my fingers—
gentle shivers climbing up to my knuckles until
they vibrate in tandem; sparks of current
hiking on my palm until
my hand resembles a butterfly. i’m blue
& red, a rainbow split down the middle
spilling stains on every piece of skirt
& skin. “they don’t wash off,” my mother says,
“be more careful.” it spreads like ink
up to my knee until
i’m a sea in constant motion, with blots
at every corner. the sea has no corners. and so,
it twists and turns like vines down my leg, until
my little toe is swallowed up by the green;
i’m a forest, with no trees
no sun: an audience of one to the empty
humming of bees— buzz. buzz. buzz.
buzz. i’m an open wound, throbbing
in tandem with the bees.
Anushka Bidani is an 18 year old poet and essayist from India. She adores the rain, blue skies, open mic events, the human anatomy, & art in all its distinct magnificent shapes. She's the Founder & Editor-in-chief at Headcanon Magazine. Currently, she writes for Teen Belle Magazine. Her work has been published on the Esthesia Magazine and Sugar Rascals Magazine, & is forthcoming in the Royal Rose Magazine. She writes at https://anushkabidanix.wordpress.com.