before it learnt to
break at the hands of boys
my heart twisted at
lives curved into
yellowing paper with
the shadows of a
hundred hands dancing
over sacrosanct phrases
my breath whispers with
pages that melt into
my fingers leaving a
dust of desire and dreams
i find myself in
the corners of worlds in
sentences tucked away like
lovers’ notes
invisible to the wind
i breathe poetry and
bleed prose and there are
paragraphs inked on my arms
if you cut me open you
would find the centuries flood
out of me like blood
it is quiet here i
am not here i
skip stones across galaxies
find secrets pressed into
pages like autumn leaves
transparent dreams with
sunlight tearing through
knotted canopies
the words carve castles
into the air and i
pour into rooms
full of the perfume of
stories i haven’t lived yet
Urvi is a poet, artist and musician at heart. She is currently in high school in Bangalore, India. She co-hosts a podcast, whY A book, focusing on young adult literature, a topic about which she is very passionate. She also has a blog: https://gotablankspace.wordpress.com