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AN ODE TO THOSE NIGHTS

tears fill up the crow’s feet, bends of the nose, all possible crevices on her face and finally drip down the edge of her chin dimple.

marked by a red nose and flushed cheeks as if someone rubbed some beat beets on them.

a thin strand of saliva symbolic of the puppy yelps broadening and narrowing with the width of her mouth.

the abrupt breaths break and try to take control of themselves simultaneously.

the sweat makes all her pores invisible and she beams like molten wax.

with strength mustered, looking at her reflection, she wonders if the world deserves an artwork so intense.

/kritika.

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PICKLE

what i thought were branches, were illusions of my own reflected happiness.
what i thought were leaves, were delusional buds of hope.
and what i mistook for lightness was the absence of roots.
we were floating in thin air and so when the wind blew, it took it all away. what’s left is us, just us, lost in a world that once was.

/kritika.

TRIM

Validation is to happiness
what poems are to love.
Sunlight doesn’t need
rose tinted glasses
to look beautiful.

/kritika.

SOAR

amongst a million,
exists one memory, fonder
than its peers. for self
love weighs more than
sadness ever will. the
lesson came easy,
thankfully.
i hammered
the crumbling broken
walls on which doubt feebly
balanced itself and
somewhere
in the smoke of the
rubble, I breathed
peace.

/kritika.

BLITHE

I smile

hoping that

someday someone

will look at this

brokenness

and see

art.

/kritika.

CONVALESCENT

You make me
realise how tired
I am of writing
about sad
things.

/kritika.

ADIEU

Somewhere
between
wanting to feel
and trying to feel,
I lost the sense
of feeling
altogether.

/kritika.

PALPABLE

Trick me into
believing
that all
this
is a dream.

/kritika.

TORCH

Your words feel
like
raindrops
on my skin,
each one
making a new
pore come
alive.

/kritika.

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