by Sahiti Gavarikar
This month feels like a fever dream.
Outside my window, the flowers are in full bloom. I collect the fallen ones every sunset, hold
them gently in the golden light. Everything is quiet.
My words are stuck in my throat, mouth full of guilt and wonder and hurt. It feels unfair that
this part of the world is untouched. It feels wrong to be part of it when everything outside burns.
I am trying to save what I can.
I want you to see this, somehow.
I want this bright, unbearable beauty for you. Want to give you more than burning bridges and smoke signals.
Give me your hands. Close them around this. It won’t burn your fingers, I promise.
My name is Sahiti Gavarikar, I’m a final semester student pursing my Masters’ in Counseling Psychology. I’m a trainee counselor and a poet on the side. I have previously worked at magazines such as Monstering Mag, Winter Tangerine, and Andromedae Review. I have been writing for the last seven years, and have performed my work for audiences of 150+.
