Inside of me Pt. 2 - Sri Nath Kurup
Hey! My name is Sri Nath Kurup, and I am a rising Sophomore from Spring Valley, New York, with a major in Political Science, intended concentration in Criminal Law, and intended minor in Philosophy and Law. I am a huge fan of storytelling, and from poetry to creative writing, to Dungeons & Dragons, you can catch me writing and narrating. On campus, I’m a member of Phenomenal Voices, Mock Trial, and of course ARCH! In my free time, I’m reading where it’s sunny under a pretty little tree, or chatting with friends while watching a show. I am inspired to write by the belief that every story holds a world of experience. By sharing them we move these worlds into reality, reflecting the parallels of our own lives and helping people who need to see themselves through such an auspice, not a mirror.
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Gay
I want you to turn me inside out
like you do with my mind.
I want you to touch your tip to my soul
while brandishing your blade in my body.
I want every part of me flipped,
my insides on my outsides,
so I can wear my heart out on my sleeve; Never vulnerable and never soft.
But maybe I could be,
if I had you inside of me.
Maybe you could take the breath out of my lungs, when you’re pumping them yourself.
The preliminary movements of my pulmonary system, prioritize your right to my body
because I breathe to the beat of your drum.
Though I can’t show it to you if we stand so far apart. I want you closer.
I need you closer.
Not in my pants, but in my skin.
You make knots in my stomach.
I need you to undo what you’ve done
and churn me whenever you turn to me.
I want you deeper than you’ve ever been. I want to occupy your space like you occupy my mind. Every time I see you, I get hunger signs;
stomach pains and hunger pangs,
mouth salivating over your bitter tang.
Your salty sweat and sweet release,
every part of your bone to meat.
I need to be you,
and for you to become me.
I want to never see a day without you.
Want to feel the world through your hands, running across me.
I want to walk in your shoes,
stepping on me.
I want to see the love the world has,
looking down at me.
I write in starvation,
deprived of a depraved craving.
But do not mistake me.
I am not asking for you to take me.
For I will engulf you tonight.