Witch Hunt

I’m alive because of me. The window I look out of, has so many cracks now. As if pebbles and stones have been thrown from far. Strangers or friends, anyone for that matter Wrapped their arms in front of their ribcage And watched the game unfold, Carefully, being the spectator. While I plodded, fell, stumbled…

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Making Up Sex

We are flawed, beyond repair We hold a goddess and complain how She has a little bump of flesh on her thighs And how the water is shallow in her heart-well. Still we look at her virtues, the insensibilities As mind canvases become masterpiece realities. When the wretched heart becomes a prince. Yet we say…

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