“Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair

With my back to the my cold family namethe metallic alphabets printing hard on my clothes,I standwith my feet half out of my pretty shoes –with my painted nails still hidden in the skin of another animal,my hands revolving the beautiful replica of Saturnaround the plastic heart on my elaborate key chain- a stage ofContinue reading ““Is this what this distance, this decision means?” – Nayana Nair”

“everything else” – Nayana Nair

“warm”this word has become coldsitting at the base of my throatmy throat burnsand my everything else?my everything else-my pretty flesh and my ugly insides-who want me to be thereand at the same want me gone.i guess they want me to change.this is my new lowwhere my organs are my imaginary friendsthe only ones I canContinue reading ““everything else” – Nayana Nair”