We’re walking on different sides of a sunlit street The rain has ceased, everything glistens with temporary warmth We are no longer the children of coal and sinking crafts Who plucked our fear from our teeth like stray pieces of meat In undigested land devoid of dental floss I swam once The entire length ofContinue reading Temporary warmth
Rebirth – Megha Sood
“A scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived.” ― Chris Cleave, Little Bee You plucked my wings feather by feather pulled it out in pieces from the blades of my shoulder You can bloody me all you want shred me into pieces and rip them into halves for everyone toContinue reading Rebirth – Megha Sood
Last Call to Submit Writing and/or Art for “We Will Not Be Silenced” Anthology
Midnight, Monday 15th October is the deadline for submitting art/writing/poetry, this is an important, very timely project at a critical stage in history, your voices need to be heard! Bruised But Not Broken, Whisper and the Roar, Indie Blu(e), and Blood Into Ink are joining forces to publish an anthology about the lived experience ofContinue reading Last Call to Submit Writing and/or Art for “We Will Not Be Silenced” Anthology
Good girls wish to matter – Candice Louisa Daquin
Good girls Don’t masturbate They don’t politely rub themselves for hours In the steam of locked bathrooms Where no one can hear their need Good girls Sit cross-legged, thighs touching, wondering why They feel bereft Reminded that sex and its pleasures Still considered a sin of sorts When in doubt show comportment Good girls don’tContinue reading Good girls wish to matter – Candice Louisa Daquin
Healing-Megha Sood
My bloated thoughts in my withered body swimming through the turbid emotions unperturbed unmoved un-oscillating dead and stale lying motionless in the stench of the old memories I sit and sip time my haggard face and the crestfallen soul carries those inundated tales of pain through the thin stale air in the room carrying the silvery dustContinue reading Healing-Megha Sood
Malevolent Melody: a collaborative piece by the curators of Blood Into Ink
(Aurora Phoenix) Your Urgency Pierced My Marrow with vanilla milquetoast pleadings you spun a web the envy of Arachne smeared in syrupy cajolery – I supped on hand-dipped flattery your urgency pierced my marrow with flim flam (Kindra) Dilly Dalliance Bound Me Lavender dipped indulgent tongue dripped incantations, salacious songs— your abuse was tender dillyContinue reading Malevolent Melody: a collaborative piece by the curators of Blood Into Ink
Tongue Tied-Megha Sood
I’m at a complete loss of words tongue-tied unable to speak as if I born into a foreign land with no way to converse I’m at a complete loss for words with my mind unable to grasp anything can take a handle at the verity of things being uttered My words are being twisted misconstrued and remoldedContinue reading Tongue Tied-Megha Sood
