Mad Girl Counting

By Nirajana Sinha

My misery is spilling out of my body

It is no longer poetry

The roots of hair, the tips of my toes

Are drenched in self-loathing.

The twin hollows of my face

Masquerading as windows

To the soul

Can only be described as dreadful.

I look around me

The vivid colors blind the hollows

I close my eyes

The darkness engulfs me

With tiny specs of white swimming around

I wish I could catch them

Bathe in the colors

My eyes closed

I try to count them

One two three

One two three

Four

Six

One two three

One

My pupil moves around

Stealthily

Keeping an eye on the swimming white

They prance around

Aware they are being preyed

Yet awaiting the inevitable

One two three

One two three

I count them like I count my breath

Mad girl singing

Mad girl counting

Mad girl catching the whites

Of her eyes.

By Nirajana Sinha