By Sandhita Chandra
I hold glass bottles to the sky
I go home and shelf them for light.
I crawl up and back into you
and wrap in warmth till I can’t breathe.
Hold my head down inside your veins.
Your goosebumps hug me to you, snug,
When I find asylum under
I love you again. Just for a while,
While my mind pours columns of cold,
That hang over my head and haunt
Me with self-doubt till I stress out.
I watch the rain drip down my brain
And cut through ice and chloroform.
You can buy Sandhita Chandra’s poetry collection ‘Soot Red’ on Amazon.
Photograph: Thomas Bresson via Flickr and Creative Commons