The dupatta is wrung Around her neck, A noose To keep her body chaste And her screams Locked up. Her torn limbs Expose pale bone and flesh Devoured by the men Who raped her and the dogs Who could not find a meal That day. Her swaying corpse was burned, Leaving her drenched […]Read More Ritual
I have been born in the eyes and
Minds of many.Read More Flight
I couldn’t get rid of my memories,
So I shot myself in the head.