By Shiva Sharma Akalwadi
My teeth have grown in the last 165 days
They are the size of wolf claws now
All titanium like
I have parts and praises of my own making
That I carry on my rigid scalp
Sticking out like an oliver branch
Untamed and rough on the edges
I wonder what this means
This metamorphosis of my being
All the wobbly limbs that are growing roots
Shaking a few tectonic layers beneath my feet
I breathe a mouthful of dragon fire
My skin looking all imperfect
Yet shiny from last night’s glorious hunt
On a barren land
With only moonlight and a few wanderlust driven night bats
I mercilessly ripped apart the nightmares of my past
And like a witch’s true promise
I didn’t turn back.
I will spare you all the ghori details
I haven’t laughed so hard in a million lifetimes
So free, so wild
I could cry, I think I did
Thus cleansing you off of me
In my purest vulnerability
I look unconcerned these days
Maybe I am
But I am also looking forward to
What more I can unearth
For now I will tell you this
I am ready for a dance
And a song
And a whole lot of love
Boy oh boy
This witch is on a hunt!