Protrusions dwell on both your ends
Racing to a nearby infinity, are we?
Plastic blue, assembled in absolute neatness 
I wonder when they painted you, conferred your race upon you

Your spiralling ends, that purpose to eavesdrop on my conversations 
Rollercoaster wheels, grind, grind
drag and unwind
push, push
snaking in to probe

You are blue
I don not recognize you
You perpetrator
Are you a traitor, a friend, an immigrant, maybe a mere spectator ?
Are you tarnished and reduced
by conduct/ by measure ?
Is that melanin you wear?
Or are you a narcissist? Clean and pure, through flesh and bones, 
sans thought sans scope

Oh, I bite my lip, purple squirting 
Scaffolded skin, these abominable thoughts
then rolled into bins
For such nasty things don't grace the round lips of a round woman 
They must be curvy and frail
And afraid, 
forever afraid

Β© Aakriti Kuntal
Image source : Pablo Buffer 
Image Edits : Aakriti Kuntal
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