Drink.

Filled to the brim,

Flowing out of myself.

Can't carry the weight,

Won't share it with anyone else.

Drip drip drip,

It drips on my feet.

Tik tok tik,

It moves at the clock's speed.

Screams into my ears,

Echoes in my head.

Nails scratch it out,

Shove it back into my mouth.

U-g-n swallowed down my throat,

The itch won't settle though.

Scritch Scritch Scritch

On the neck, chest, hole.

Pull it out of myself,

The wounds now all sore.

Keep the tap running,

That can't stop.

Filled to the brim,

Pour in a drink more.

- Anjali Mishra