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Unplug

// UNPLUG // How am I to decide If he lives or not Lying on this support machine He is just an empty bot. His heart has stopped beating His lungs are dead He is doing nothing Just lying there on the hospital bed. He used to hold my hands He used to kiss me… Continue reading Unplug

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Two-Faced

A shiver runs through me and I experience a jolting current spreading through my body and the other me appears. I have two personalities. One is me, the sulky one. The other is her, the blooming nightingale. She is fierce, she is ecstatic She is my exact opposite. Whereas I am a lowly human living… Continue reading Two-Faced

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A need to feed

A girl has needs A need to feed. On the flesh of a wild man To ride him as fast as I can. I dreamt this fantasy and forgot the reality. I lost my sanity and discovered my animality. There was a guy who was flying high. He was wearing the look of a demon… Continue reading A need to feed

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That Face-Part II

// THAT FACE- PART II // He came near me, he bent the knife to my upper arm and I tried to shriek but my lips didn’t make any movement. He cut my hand and blood started oozing and I drifted towards unconsciousness. When I woke up, I was in the same room but this… Continue reading That Face-Part II

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That Face-Part I

// THAT FACE- PART I // That face. His face. The face in my dreams. Always him. The disasters in my nightmares, the happy endings in my dreams differ, but one thing, one person, one face is always constant, his. I tried. I looked everywhere for that man. Wherever I went, I searched for him.… Continue reading That Face-Part I

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The Erasers

She never visited a dark valley and came face to face with a demon. She never faced terrors. Her dreams were all lilies and roses, not snakes and spiders. She always saw red, yellow, pink around her, never did she had a glimpse of black or grey. She had no horrors. Because her own fears… Continue reading The Erasers

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She is a Miss

She was soft and she was tender But unfortunately, she was of same gender. Her hair was red, and so were her cheeks On seeing her every time, all my feelings leak. She adorns herself in dark colours like black And then she looks just like a tempting snack. Her tiny waist would fit perfectly… Continue reading She is a Miss