Utkarsha Kohli

Night time at 9pm.
Window pane,
Blocking the pain.
[insects chirping]

Memory lurking.
Dark sky being watched.
Light mind being sharped.
Silence breeds,
A pool of ripples.
Stillness persists,
In eyes not rested.
[insects chirping]

Doing nothing,
But waiting for dawn.
But what to do when dawn strikes?
Get up and…

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It shook her,
The pain of needles.
Needles of the tattoo gun.
Tattoo gun's black ink.
Left her,
Blank.

It took her,
The tingling in the skin.
Skin of shame.
Shame of society.
Made her,
Blank.

The pain was high,
High of coming out of bubble.
The black ink.
On the skin of…

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