“fairy tales” – Nayana Nair

a broken endwith a light(a lighter duller than me)touches me.someonesays the magic words,the loathsome wordsthat make me the old alice.i am made to leavethe seat, the home,the dream, the rightsthat are too big for me.they leave me a tiny suitcasesfilled with fancy dressesmade of used socks and handkerchiefs.they are cute,they are kind,they have read theirContinue reading ““fairy tales” – Nayana Nair”

“the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair

i am in lovewith the woman who sings andbecomes the backgroundof my every night. i like to listen to her voiceas she takes my every secondkeeps it out of my reach,teaches me some really suspicious waysto keep myself safe from the her demons. she glows in the darkness that she sewsonly for me,for me toContinue reading ““the darkness that she sings for me” – Nayana Nair”

“Delicate” – Nayana Nair

On Sundays, I wear the purple summer dressthat I once promised myself I would never wear.I paint my nails, I color my lips, and I open the windows in me.I become someone I was taught to hate, I try to breakmy hatred with my smile.I let myself be reignedby the greed for beautiful, sweet, shiningContinue reading ““Delicate” – Nayana Nair”