Words are the dancers. I saw a pigeon eating rice my mother left on the table. Last night we dined like a royal family hiding our secrets under our plates. Mother took out a knife and cut all the apples. No one saw the blood until it was time to drink. Words are the dancers. … Continue reading Therapy sessions that go beyond the room
Exam Anxiety
Do you hear this?The pause between my breaths,and an annihilated heart chokes.My anxiety is a side effectof medicines piled up on my desk.My anxiety is a freshwater fishswimming in the ocean.It is dead and non living,Alternating like highs and lows. I made a metaphorAnd tore a piece of paper.Can you see this?My mind spreading itself … Continue reading Exam Anxiety
The Poetic Elixir 
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