It might be okay to break a cup

SCENE 1- You are in the kitchen preparing a cup of coffee and BOOM! You drop your mom's favorite cup. Oh, aren't you in trouble. And also, your mom now calls you a 'careless-dumbhead'. And that might be true, or not. SCENE 2- Your mom drops your favorite cup. Oh, is she in trouble? Well, …

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Broken

When I tell you I have tasted colours I mean that I have literally chewed my purple crayon. Not that I have gulped it and begged people to love me because I am colourful. Or have I? My, two-year-old, sister childishly threw an old, broken crayon away. " It's broken. I don't want broken." She …

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It is her

It's her She slides her finger along my skin. And her nails always crack me up. Everytime she smiles, I fill her into spaces of mine. And somewhere I know, her smiles belong to me. Wonder, how at-peace her lover might be. And you know what? I have felt her lips. Her lip-cracks heal into …

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Almost

Almost My purple floor has two dry stains of purpled blood. And like physical beauty, those two stains validate my existence. But within, I am heart-scented sweat. Within, I am left over sips of tears. I am haunted.  Almost. I have not been sleeping these days. Moving objects and dead eyes, zebras lying flat and …

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