Wednesday, 9 September 2020

When the poetess becomes Kali

 She burns herself. That's what she does. She takes her anger and pours on herself and burn to ashes with reminders of the memories that keep flooding the anger.

Heck- what was I thinking? I was never even in the league.

I have never counted losses. But here I am. I ran away from my hometown 20 years ago to escape reminders. And today I run away again- but this time from myself.


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