I hope I remember how to swim.

TITLE: "I hope I remember how to swim."

AUTHOR: Divya B.

Mothers love to hoard,

And I pray to god that I do not follow,

Collecting relics of a forgotten childhood

Maybe she never wanted me to grow

They remind her of the version of me that was a compliant, mouldable entity 

All I am now is a parasite leaching out the happy,

The dreams got hoarded and shelved when I was barely an hour old,

Pink lines on a white strip cracked their hazy glass fogged up with smoke of burning aspirations and let the water in,

They have been drowning ever since.