Different Shades of Grief
I was watching THAPPAD. I thought about the people who have hit me. In plural.
Mr.Everyday
Slime
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
Say HELP!
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
Where I Regret Doing The Right Thing
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
An Unequal Music
I read ‘When I Hit You’ by Meena Kandasamy and it brought me back to an episode in my relationship with music.
Poem For An Ex I May Have Told You About
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…