by ashwinia


Labels are adamant 
they don't save space for pointed knees
like sandpaper they smoothen edges.
I am afraid to be caged 
in words I love
to be jelly in a pretty moulds.
I want to flow like wine like champagne
dripping, bubbling, gushing like water 
from a maniacal hose.
I fear labels for they freeze 
you into ice blocks
you break into shards.
instead I wish to be the surging ocean.