My love is tender and pure,forever//Ananiah J

Cw:gore

Your rotting body heavy on my carpet,
eyes wide,plastered smile,
limbs lay perfectly on either side,
my ticking clock makes up for your still heart,
the moon outside a sole witness to my love,

I tend to your once tender flesh that maggots now feast on,
I part your lips and feed you half rotten cherries and pour whiskey down your throat,
running my hands through your hair while kissing your feverish lips goodbye

I like to care for rotting,dead things,

I think it’s love or
hope or
sheer madness

Ananiah J (she/her) is a queer poet and artist from South India. Her work often explores spiritual longing, abandonment, metamorphosis, and the quiet violences of tenderness. Her poems have appeared in Adore Art Magazine, Bitter Melon Review, Queerencia Press, and Alcott Magazine.