OT

By Jyotsna B Rao

Her— on the operation table

Me — hoping for her speedy recovery

Two bodies || one pale, another healthy

My bed — a floor ground

Her bed — a battle ground

Inception cries— their open mouths

Deception dies — bacteria and germs

Hither to — tongues edgy and soft

The table — Lime and slobbering juices oozing via panel of teeth.

Scissors — cutting deep, biting tight, the lips stained

Take care — push those fingers deep into slender bones

Blood pressure rising, volcanoes burning

BPM fading to 80...70...60!

Wrapped in collisions — crisp cotton sheet

Discharged — friction of the heat

Treatment done — reduced sweat and tremors

A fever had set in

A stage set in...

Silent, submitting — summary

Two bodies || one real, another imaginary

Advised sour device: Paracetamol (1-0-1) twice.

Art by Cedar Labrys