You laugh like it’s a whole thing. It’s unnerving almost. When you laugh, all of you does. All of your atoms. You’re untouchable. You ride out the aftershocks till they’re gone. I didn’t know that I’d never seen you cry until I did. It was strange. It was so much. It was a whole thing. …
“…not anymore,” I write. So later I can say I saw it coming. Written: 28.4.2020 Posted: 29.4.2020
1. Rapid Eye Movement The redundancy has started getting to me Incentivizing making it through the day Maybe that’s why I’ve started to like sleep Maybe that’s why I’ve stopped getting much. Tied my self worth to attainable things And achievable things Take hits of it like a drug. Want to find the me that …
Cut my palms open on clock needles till I learnt I can’t turn back time. written: 19.3.2020 posted: 26.4.2020
09:42 Okay 09:42 Time for a secret 09:43 I used to be terrified of changing or becoming someone else 09:43 I kind of still am 09:43 But this who I am thing is too much pressure 09:43 So I tell myself 09:43 To be the me I am just now 09:43 A new one every …
Will I bleed for you? I do not know. But I will write about your eyes till every white page is painted with ink that is darker than the light I see when you look at me. Written: 26.4.2020 Posted: 26.4.2020
Hi. I’m Mrigaanka. I write. Poems, dumb sentences, articles, the works. I decided I want my work to have a home on the internet instead of just on my Google Drive. Check out my work: at best, you’ll like it, and at worst, we’ll lose our minds together. All my links are on the home …