FESTER/FOSTER
by Hana Ghani
how did you do it?
perhaps it was me
i let you foster
crawl and extend your
spindly fingers under my skin
gathered my hollow bones
drained away the blood
made a nest out of my blue body
until the rings of my neck rots green
the crevices of my brain blisters purple like a prune
my eyes hollowed dark like tunnels
that i see nothing but
you
tucked within the crevices of my brain
a portrait captured in memory
i tried scrubbing you raw
on the lush green grass, you lie and linger
as if you’re there to bloom among the roses
i couldn’t uproot you
the purple velvet coat hugs your body like royalty
the vast blue sky frames you perfectly
i let you fester
perhaps it was me
how did you do it?
HANA GHANI
Hana Ghani is a sister, a friend and an inspiring writer from Brunei Darussalam.
