Even after traveling for days,
Meeting people with accents I have trouble understanding…
indigo blue
there, by the hallway, a little girl stood. forlornly, she paced—the wind stinging her eyes. or so she told herself…
Crystal Woods
It was amusing, When the woods
were chopped down
It was amusing, To see them fuck up
and burn it to the ground…
See
“You see? You’ll never be able to see me. Not really.” She gives a chuckle, his blood on her arm mixing with her own…
A South Asian’s Story: NEDA Week
I have felt guilty all my life. Guilty about leaving, guilty about conforming to outdated standards for girls, for eating too much, for eating too little…