downstairs, my neighbours grow boysenberries,
while I set routes to . I need to go,
avoid the house where someone
spooned out from me,
left behind the 1 in 5.
once, this fear over took me to an empty road,
, outrunning the wind.
the night after, a leaf-less meadow,
birch trunks reaching up like drowning hands.
in moments of crisis, look away.
in my dreams, I put up posters:
like a crisis drowning in someone’s hands,
like a house spooned out from its .
downstairs, my neighbours read about the 1 in 5.
they set routes from the kitchen to the table to the leather couch.
in the aperture of evening, their houseplants fold inwards,
while I dream
I grow two marble teeth:
one to a living, one to the berries.
* Note: “1 in 5” refers to the statistic released by the Crime Survey for England and Wales on the number of women who have faced sexual assault. An article outlining the analysis can be found in The Guardian
Snigdha’s work has appeared or is forthcoming in Datableed and Lighthouse Literary Journal, amongst others. She is a student of English Literature at the University of Edinburgh.