Poetry

A question about love

Isn't it sad That Love, Platonic or Sensual Wrinkles, like stale fruits do. Unable to withstand the Pressures Gasping for breath. Shouldn't love be like The lighthouse I once saw, as I stood At the shores of the Arabian sea? Shouldn't love be like The reefs in the oceans Feeding, Proliferating? Shouldn't love play as… Continue reading A question about love

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Flash fiction · Soliloquy

Daily prompt

He said that I provoked him. Do you see these blue bruises on my face? See! Here, on my right cheek and my nose. Last time, I had to hide pink strokes of his beatings on my arms. For one whole month. I...I  had just asked him when he would come back from work. "I… Continue reading Daily prompt