Prose & Poetry

The door opens, but I don’t move or open my eyes. I continue my slumber, and […]

I know you first as a breeze passing by my shoulder. I’m caught in the scent

cleanse shame with suds and rain nobody cares for nobody conceding to the system hungover from

I feel I have survived something perilous when I tell my friends about him like I

This is girlhood: dreams of killing, hoping to exhume my own body. On the best nights,

chicken, chicken! let’s go chicken every time i eat it, the damn plot thickens i write

Mirror Mirror On The Wall Why must you be so candid, so cruel? Why can’t you

Eater’s friends did not address her by her real name, Geethanjali, anymore because she was an