The Shot-o-holics

Seven

When we received this shot suggestion from our reader Sukanya, we were quite intrigued and equally stumped . Having never really been good with numbers,  we leave you to do the math and see if things add up.

Each time () he loves me  A petal falls he loves () me not  I say a prayer () he loves me  And hold my breath he loves me not () Then thank my stars () he loves me  That this flower he loves me () not  Has just enough () he loves me.                  - Jason

He sits back        in His armchair        in a straw hat maybe,        smokes a Cuban cigar        and smiles        down at His art.        this is His last holiday        before Fall.                                                                   -Nikita

Break

                              Photo taken on 15 February 2009 (© Bindaas Madhavi / Flickr)

She taught me        how hearts         lose their virginity,       'They break to grow'.                      - Jason

This modern world        and its eggshell loves:        our hearts have been served,        burnt to a crisp,        fried on griddles,        with ketchup smiles,        sunny side up.                  -Nikita

Stay

 (After the Rain by Toni Verdú Carbó)

we circle sacred fires      of love. in prayer.      seven times over.      our joy is a knot      tied in between us,      each circle, a lifetime.      you make me regret      that i get only seven.      be my forever,      stay.      - Jason

In time,         Stretched tight         Like a blanket,         Its twists and turns         Smoothed out         To an irritating level         Of perfection,         Let your creases         Remain.                  -Nikita

Pray

	Our father, who art in heaven; I am in love. My bones seek out their own in another, my flesh is left bereft. my blood runs in me for them. Bring us back together. Amen. -Jason		"Thank you"  said a hundred and eight times,  with the push of a bead,  in place of your name.  Now give me what I want.   -Nikita

Body

I am a body.       I am worth more than a ghost       or a shadow.         I am worth what I  am.        I am a body.        - Jason

These terrains of skin        Are all you.        each with their own capitals        And weather.        The plateau of your chest        The mound of your stomach        The precipice of your chin        Places of interest        For me to build        My monuments upon.       -Nikita

Take what you get and make it beautiful.

soften your answer;        spell it out         on my neck        with your tongue.                 - Jason

In every refusal        I pick up these seeds        These threads        Dyes and tints        Spice and perfume        Musical notes.        So that when I am shaken        They scatter like pearls        And pepper the world        With more.             -Nikita

Rage

We will let the words to the talking on this one. 

the storm        (inside me)         is not because of you        (i lie)         it is here to claim a life        (a choice between you and i)          i must contain it        (within me)         let it wreak havoc        (inside)         and stay quiet         (for if my lips part        and it escapes        you will be destroyed)                       - Jason

In the growling        Of my belly        And the hungers        Left unheeded        For millions of months        I find         Exactly the strength         To move that mountain.        I push         Flat palms         Against bedrock.         -Nikita

Thorn

For the first time in Wordkashots' history, we do something similar. Your thoughts? 

i keep you as a thorn      underneath the ball of my feet;      there is      just enough pain       to keep me going      and still not forget      i have walked through the forest      following a faint cry      alone,      in search of you.     - Jason

I could have stopped         At that last bend         Turned my big toe up         Pulled you out         And laid you to rest         On the grass.         Instead I walk on         And let every jab         Remind me:         Next time,         I must put my foot down.      -Nikita

Wet

	i see you    breaking your body    to make up the strength    to face all that you couldn't  have    what could  have been tears    is now reduced to sweat    i understand you, love,    longing makes us all    wet. -Jason		On Sunday Daddy is home For once. We're changing the bed sheets He says And shuts mummy in. And all is lovely and nice Until Choku and I prepare for attack.    With water guns.       -Nikita