जकड़न | جکڑن
I have been working and deconstructing this drawing for a while now.
It may be hard to decipher but if you relate to any part of this do write to me :
The being that this illustration is, had to be caught by the collar from my subconscious.
It was a strange, constipated discomfort that I could neither confront nor deal with.
Today I held and reprimanded it.
It’s complete now.
Sometimes I tie my ribs
Into knots and clamp them
With my knuckles tight.
I have borne & raised
Succulents of my own
Through the scars in my chest.
Shriveled labia that were
Doors to pleasure
Headless ghosts you don’t remember
Phone numbers of…
Will you call me?