I (A poem by Nila W.)

I involves truth,

The genuine bash of darkness,

The undisputed inability to articulate,

The desperate weakness

of a haunted inside.

It carries all the injuries of being,

The existential dementia of

Bats squeaking upside down.

Spiders weaving their webs in the corner,

Pigeon poop and the stench,

Beetles crawling domestic in their eggs.

 

I involves truth,

Thence I is an omnipresent matter

Spread and unavoidable,

Glowing in its peripheries.

 

– Poem and illustration by Nila Wahdati.