Poetry by Darshita Jain
As of today I have four ways to trap, kill, and remove fruit
flies from my home That keep mating and crawling over the
slippery slope of boiling water soap I make for them every night before bed
and I know this about myself - that if this was me I would know better and
curl up inside a queen sized bed in the corner of a room alive for a day chew
through all this drip and sweat and cum and dirt from this body
salty self hatred i bet youd think i was dusting some old family albums
Maybe found some mold superpowered to expand drugs floating funny
inside sloppy hatred knowing where the escape door lives.
One thing I know in this lifetime is I gather buy too much of what I can to feel like I
won’t starve like I once did and on this late September evening the wine I got from
work for free that i saved for your birthday has turned rancid
without me knowing how to kill fruit flies without killing the wine also.
Something I often forget is that a slope will slopes No matter the
manicure. European nail gel nails. I slide into the liquid black sticky
archival kind of trash. drink the whole bottle of wine and then injured
myself
woke up hungover and tortured to show up for a big day at work. I too am asking myself If I too forget that I know where the door is. To walk towards what is lighter with wings and unburdened.
"As someone who lives in the survival mode, I am shifting into places where I see life outside of survival and that is glimmery, comfortable, and loving. This poem outlines that newfound feeling"
- Darshita Jain
Published 6th December, 2025.