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Smearing paint across my forehead and dancing naked on the streets didn’t work out My curtains were still overtly possessive about me; they were cleaning up the mess I was making and the wind groped at it’s opportunity to grab at my neck, The crickets were dying, and so was I But the blue sockContinue reading “And”

And then suddenly you find yourself scrubbing charcoal over your days, just so that you can stick the damned memories up there like little yellow stars that would then glisten in the best way possible. Tangle, detangle. Tangle, detangle. And tangle again, every little detail that is carving raped dolls out of your bloody smiles,Continue reading “Love”

That night, I buried the salt that had poured from my eyes and dried on my palm, under mud and molasses And poured a tall glass of red wine allover it Some of the wine spilled out of the tub and trickled down the terracotta which seemed to then cry red tears Next morning, aContinue reading “Spring”

I took reality into my hands last night The plan was to mould it into fitting my gap-toothed smile but that was not what happened It scalded my palms, burnt my fingers brown and eventually covered my whole self with soot The stench of it all rose up my nose and I felt my intestinesContinue reading “Untitled.”

The words sat in bold, raised scripts on the page. Script smaller than the usual naïve ones in books. The other books. So the words, ‘He poked his tongue in his cheek and smiled.’ I poked my tongue in my cheek and smile. That honey filled moment when you act something out the way aContinue reading “What If”

Kohl. I’ve been tossing and turning the word around in my mind, until I found some dignity for it deep inside my thoughts. Nothing as bold as the colour of it, but just some words that signify how happy and womanly the stick full of vigour makes me. The deep, dark line of charcoal thatContinue reading “Kohl”

My laptop smells like goodwill and success and glass doored studios with plush fur carpets. Do laptops smell like that? Or is it just my uncanny obsession with smells and justifying them with people and places? People, mostly. Like, he smells like a baby just bathed in lukewarm water, like round tears begging for clarity,Continue reading “Let Us Fall”

dark Dark, dark, dark, tiptoeing into my nails. Underneath my lashes. Right into my skull. Left, up my shoulders. Blinds drawn. Drapes shut. An underfed ray of light that makes my eyes bleed. I could see the blood dripping down the wrinkles on my face, melting with the warmth of the brown underneath my eyes.Continue reading “Dark”