“Fossil” – Nayana Nair

Drop by drop the wax fillsthe bucket of broken butterflies. I am falling into another sleep,into another death that is warm,that embraces me like no lover ever has. I feel the pain in my wings, and unlike other daysI try to think that this will never pass.That I will remain like this, with a bitContinue reading ““Fossil” – Nayana Nair”