"Ports" – Nayana Nair

a blue cloudy sky over a banana plantation.the only word to be heard – rebellion.someone is crying far away.another round of bullets leave the shaking handsof the one who can’t seem to stop crying.now he must die just like me.he rests his bloody head and its murky thoughts on me.in this last afternoon of myContinue reading “"Ports" – Nayana Nair”