Fear, Partitions and Damage-Aakriti Kuntal

Morning flicks her tongue around the curtain, coffee with violets grazing My arms, a sheath, body velvet swimming around me, defenseless blanket I am thrumming as the mornings encroach my left bosom, my dissected body shaking, blatant in its denial to sense reason Cold and latent, ice blue, amphibian green, icicles f a l LContinue reading Fear, Partitions and Damage-Aakriti Kuntal