freshly formed
a peck freshly formed of crimson on my neck,
a hint here, a hint there,
almost ready to turn blue, but not yet…
Tag: Poetry Magazine
Gurgaon – Moving In
I lie in someone else’s bed.
In someone else’s 1 RK apartment.
On an afternoon that feels weirdly long.
On the second day of just moving in.
And wonder.
spirit animals
into the wild, not every tail growl, not all are foul, some come nagging behind you as spirit animals
Read More spirit animalshow lonely are the hills?
these pathways aren’t
silent
just asleep.
Calculating Chaos
Ambulance sirens,
background television noise,
stray dogs howling, louder.
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