Scars have stories to tell
My body is a temple and my scars have stories to tell. Day 1 When the first guy I ever let me touch Told me I was beautiful, I left the room immediately. I ran to the empty adjacent room and locked…...
6 Years Ago
a place called MOTHER
Grandmother always asks me to keep the doors locked. She says, “One of these days, a thief will break in and take everything away.” I give her a smile and walk away. I walk away because I cannot e...
6 Years Ago
The Town of Theseus
Anika walked by gracefully. She was draped in a sari bought at a local flea market and a bindi larger than the rising sun sat on her glistened forehead ; owing to the 45 degrees celsius on an Octob…...
6 Years Ago
making poetry out of broken bones and dead leaves
I do not want melted cheese dripping out of your words because I have decided to go vegan since the memories of mint chocolate chip ice cream won’t erase itself from my amygdala. I believed in brai...
7 Years Ago
BUILDING FOUNTAIN OVER MY COFFIN
BREATHE because those lungs won’t stay young for too long. they say the air is turning wild unfathomable humans have woven their magic. the surface seemed too unscathed too beastly with untamed spl...
7 Years Ago
bitter lemonade.
A W K W A R D The word defines me. Mother should have named me that – awkward. My right foot came in front of my left when I tried walking. I was one. I tripped, fell and looked around, dazed…...
7 Years Ago
