Regalia
By PJ Temple
A perfectly circular bindi
Between my eyes
Bleeding
Drips down
Constricts my throat
Settles on my red chest
Cymbals of
Promises, promises
Clashing
Gold laced silk sari
Tightly bound
Spools of regalia
Unraveling
Glass bangles shatter
To the bottomless floor
I too am slipping
On remnants
Crimson droplets
Pooled
Beneath
Unfaithful feet
PJ Temple is a psychologist whose writing explores mental health, culture and justice. She has written a memoir about her strict Indian parents who are giddily arranging her marriage as she’s falling deeper in love with her secret boyfriend. Her work can be found in Riksha Magazine, Keystrokes and The Broken Spine. She was selected to attend an artist residency at the Chateau d’Orquevaux to work on a spoken word album with music producer, Mr. Echoes, on society's narrow definition of love. She is also a guitar goddess but only from the perspective of her dog, Marley.
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