i break another glass today, the girl with blue highlights in her hairwalks over it without bleedingbut tells me not to try such things at home on my own,that it took her years of invisibilityto even try such tricks.but she has no suggestions for what else i should do instead of breaking my smooth skinContinue reading ““Fictional Friends” – Nayana Nair”
I bask in the sunlight of borrowed memory. I grieve in the arms of your dying words. I find another piece of myself to send you away with and I wonder why I feel empty even though you have given me your all.
I return to my unaffected neighborhood. The success of my efforts to keep them ignorant vexes me, their narrow vision, their inability to see me as I do, their belief in me, the love they handout to me, the children that look up at me- making me feel smaller. ~ I have no option butContinue reading ““One More” – Nayana Nair”
There was a melancholy in looking up at the endless vacant sky and looking for the invisible presence of someone to depend on. To wear these ideas that were guaranteed to sort my life and mind. Except it felt like clothes borrowed. I had to either return them or throw them away.
There was no joy to wander, to pack my bags with belongings not entirely mine and to have a bagful of borrowed stuff, of borrowed time. Living on the kindness that I didn’t deserve. Each new handhake sounded like echoes of heartbreak from the future. I knew where I was going and I knew whereContinue reading ““Memorizing Names” – Nayana Nair”