#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
A poem about emotional boundaries and sex
I got my second tattoo yesterday. It is a paper plane, embellished in the watercolour style and is etched flying off my right wrist.
I wrote this for an Alphabet Sambar prompt. It’s dark per my usual but with a tighter rein on craft. It’s called LUKA.
This was my first ever performance of something I’d written.
It’s time to start being more conscious about which people I call friends, even on Facebook.
Last year, I went to see my gynacologist. She asked if I’d like to freeze my eggs. It made me consider the role of mother.
This is the first thing I wrote in 2015 and I’m glad it was both catharsis and short fiction. New Year is about clearance.
I grew up feeling not very good about where I came from. For one, it was difficult for me to identify exactly where I was from. My ancestors were from Tamil Nadu and accordingly, the family would constantly refer to ‘our people’ and ‘our culture’ and ‘in our land’, meaning…