Category: Terror
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I Am Losing and Winning
I sat beside my bed, waiting to sleep, Night reaches footsteps And creeps on my skin. It sings a lullaby, A voice I hear of my mom, To sleep. Tossing and turning, Spending tears to realize this And learn that. I can sleep, But I do not want to, Let this night be the darkest…
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Poem: Dear Stalker!
Laced with shiny glued syrup to your tongue, You didnot say a word to me. But rolled your tires, As I ran from you, Choked for air. I remember, How you brushed your chest on mine In a crowd, filled with people. And I always thought, I was vulnerable while I was alone. Chuckles. Realizing…
Supriya Sahu 