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Parched Lips

My lips have become

A parched land

From the drought

Of not saying your name

For so long,

Even when my tongue

Brushes over the cracked surface

I feel a familiar ache

To just return to the taste of you

Upon my lips,

But then I remember,

No matter the yearning for you to be the one,

There were empty kisses you left behind,

A trail my lips have tried to erase,

But, parches over instead,

Leaving croaks of syllables in the air.

 

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and the Mist Calling

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Ghar ke Kaam

in between washing the dishes
Ammi yells at me
curses her life
all I did was accidentally leave the
glass by the tv
I roll my eyes and lock myself in the bathroom
until she’s done the cooking in the kitchen
I come back outside
and plug my brain into the tv
so she can’t throw more side comments my way
Her anger is for me not becoming the person she wished I be
My anger is for her never defending me
but we push it down
we swallow it, chug it down like a bottle of whiskey
let the damage be done inside
all we notice is the burning madness
showing in our swollen eyes
from crying all night
from betrayal

 

Photography Credit: Chip Johnston

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Broken Behavior

i can feel the brokenness

moving inside of you

it’s like a magnet

i need to hold you close and repel the fears

that rob you of your peaceful eyes

allow me to be your knight during those nights

when darkness comes to bring you wool

perhaps i’m so attracted to these cracks in your foundation

because i’m familiar with the void

and the depths it produces

when we lack the ability to avoid

i know you need a guardian

that makes you feel safe as you hide

let me provide some sort of blanket for your security

even if it may only be

for a short time.

 

Featured Image: Keith Haring Artwork

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If Only Our Souls Wasn’t So Translucent

Hatred permeates through walls

If only our souls wasn’t so translucent

To capture the very essence of innocence

That blooms tenderly under your nourishment

Continually I seek your guidance

Eventually your approval controlled my actions

Will you please excuse my weakness

Trust me you will never be able

To penetrate my vulnerabilities again

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Modern Dating

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez @ Unsplash

Swipe left. Right. Left. Right. Right. It’s a match. OMG. Gonna try to talk. See if there’s anyone there. No reply. Swipe left. Right. Right. Left. Left. Oh, they replied. Geez, only that? Well, let’s try something more. Oh no, they replied something less. Swipe right. Left. Left. Right again. There’s always a match. They don’t really talk. It’s ok like that. Because every time we “connect”, my ego has a blast.
© Máh Lima

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Open Letter to The Voices In My Head

 

Dear Voices in my head,

 

I should probably start with hello. But I am not. You are talking to me right now, questioning me. Like you always do.

 

You made your first entry into my life when I was 7 years old. I was asked to sing in front of my friends. You told me I wasn’t good enough. You told me I am horrible. And, although I might offend you, I didn’t like you. I hated you.

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