Flies In My Bed | Ritika Gandhir

My body is like a treasure box
For the flies.
Some drink my nectar, some
Bite me too – turn my skin red.
Some hover incessantly
Around and in my head.
Some just stay on my body
And feel my skin,
But, it is strange they
Are all akin
To all those with whom i shared
A bed
And drowned in loneliness
When I wanted love instead.

Ritika is a Literature student and she’s really bad at crossing roads. Her favourite authors are many, but a few to name would be Iris Murdoch, Mihail Sebastian, Sylvia Plath, Emil Cioran, William Seabrook. She likes to scourge cinema and literally devours films like anything. The charm of her life is literature. It is all she believes.