Rorschach Ink Blot Test

By Harshita Nimesh

He went in before me

There's always an awkward silence

Therapy clinics

Are hygienic in weird ways

Like someone has cleaned

A murder scene

I could hear whispers

Violating all the ethical bounds

Of therapy

When asked

What do you see?

He replied

I see her

Therapist asked again

How many colors do you see?

He replied

Red

Blood red only

Therapist asked again

What do you interpret this as ?

He replied

Her lips, her nipples, her divine ass

I kept wondering

Is he insane ?

But aren't we all

When in love

Scared of interpreting love

As we see it

Red ink spread over our bleeding hearts

By Harshita Nimesh