“mornings break us apart again” – Nayana Nair

she traced the light on my chestpulled out everything that stung-the swings, my feet,the shadow i decided no longer to play with. the comparision table of veins and arteriescopied into my notebook.the eraser and pencil that helped me documentin those tables my lackings compared to everyone else. a page torn, and then another, and thenContinue reading ““mornings break us apart again” – Nayana Nair”