Khatija Khan

Ashes, ashes we all fall down by Khatija Khan

Mirror

surely, the earth is a wicked old womanwho steals stainless steel bones to bury it under her skin, adding one more bone and one more year to her stock๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต? little girls with neatly combed brown ponytails circle around and sing ringa ringa roses …

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I am a gunshot wound

Girl Floating in Water by Ophelia

i am a gunshot wound.two tablespoons of Rooh Afza does not calm me, it either lights me up like Wills Navy Cut cigarettes or martyrs me to the ground like Vikram Batra. literature books don’t sing cinderella songs to me, they either cry for a wicked shakespeare who fixes his cowboy hat every other second …

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