my corset made of ribs,
my mouth full of teeth,
no tongue, no tongue,
no taste, no speech,
my fingernails curled with dirt beneath,
my hair in locks of dread,
my skin oiled in soot, and seethe
of tan, of colour, of age, of life,
my spine straight carrying the hollowness of pride.
my abdomen concave
always hungry, never satisfied
my pelvis a symbol of the infinite.
my legs as lanky as the shadows of Indian child brides.
my toes curled inwards in shock n surprise,
my mouth always open
gasping to engulf more light.
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