Here’s an intense poem about the inner turmoil, by Deeya, for Different Truths.
Curses left me behind
To float like blotches
On skin
Blindfolding me
Legends floated on
Soda; it was a wild night
And gruesome
Somebody shouted in the dark
Pitchy like charcoal on a chilly night
Of November
Of swindling face of death
I lay awake with
Gospel flint and sawdust
The way to Sulphur flames
Etching fires
And weeds of agony
Picture design Anumita Roy
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