Category: dark
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An Ode
An ode to the poet in me on my best days, she’s all I am on my worst days, she’s all I hope to be. She’s the queen of hearts, the warrior in disguise, the knight in shining armor, she’s the queen on her black horse, proud of the wars her brown skin has won,…
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Taste
Hands glided against each other, as if caressing the wounded palms with soft cloth. They wanted something that would assure them that sweetness can be licked from time to time. Eyes averted in directions that loathed hollow words coming out of black holes. Eyebrows formed shapes that were so sharp, they were ready to slice…
Akanksha Mategaonkar 