The Final Smooch and other poems by Moumita Alam
algae have grown in open eyelids
the breasts have become the earth's timeclock
the quartz of their secretion has turned into
a moon on dark
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Jan 6, 2023
If God is anywhere, He’s in Music
If God is anywhere, He’s in Music. He must be. Perhaps a prayer then
to bring us back— to how we used to be. (Poems by Arti Jain)
Jul 5, 2022
The longer I stay away from you, the more my skin sheds itself, Poems of Mahlaqa Batool
did you know if you stay hungry long enough,
your brain cells start to cannibalize themselves?
just like how the longer I stay away from you
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