Writing by Bindiya Bijo // Illustration by Lola Dunham
you tell me that I am glowing
you ask me what I have changed,
you ask me to share the secret.
“what is this magic concoction?” You ask
yes, I agree, I have changed.
but I am sorry,
I cannot share this with you.
for it is mine,
you cannot buy this on the shelves
there is no brand, no price.
grind the leaves, and mix in liquids,
poisons, and serums,
mix it all in a cauldron,
pour it all over yourself.
But you still won’t have my magic concoction.
For what has changed is my grit,
I am no longer ashamed.
that glow you see
it is from the inside.
it runs through my veins,
lights a fire to my soul,
what you see are those flames.
that golden glow.
for this fire you see,
it has engulfed me.
you can try your hardest,
but you cannot tame this fire,
you cannot blow it out with your words,
or cover it with your magic potions.