fishheads & hypocrisy (tw: gore, death)
there is dried blood on your fingertips; caked
underneath cheeto dust out from packeted flaming rubber:
tires burnt and skinned and broken. these streets are
marred with welted anarchy, bleating into saccharine pathos.
greens shoved to the side, cherry picked off
your aunt’s father’s jubilee. hera’s fishing rod
extending crustaceans dangling above moss-encrusted
ponds; weeds strangled among ripple effects.
agape, optics sunken into moonlit shadows:
pavilion retracted, autonomy into structured ptolemy;
i wrap this corpse around a febrile toenail and
at last, this burial seeks comfort in anonymity.
author’s note: this is an ekphrastic piece, inspired by francisco goya’s ‘still life with golden
beam’-
Anoushka Kumar is a writer and student from India whose work is either published or forthcoming in publications such as the Heritage Review, the Qualia Review and the Crossed Paths Magazine. She is on the editorial team of the Interstellar Review, Cathartic Lit and Gossamer Lit. When not writing, she can be found listening to Phoebe Bridgers, crying over poetry, or debating the queerness of complex female characters.
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