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the Boojum’s embrace

it all started with time, when it paused and let us seep into the other, leave an imprint, an autographed night-grunt; heave and gasp, moan and musk- y odour of lust and limbs, greasy and guiltless .   why do i now … Continue reading

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i wish, thrice over

i didn’t ask for it, i’m no fan of blood and gore. couldn’t it have waited a little more- the stain and pain? why did nature have to mark, childhood’s end in forever red discharge?   for me it used … Continue reading

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Mine-ing his(s)

it was rush-rush, push-push and swish-out, start-the-day time and i was standing right behind her fragrance thyme, fondly looking at mine, from the hair-brush working at her fluffy hair-do, to her savage toe-nails to her irises blue and then, i saw … Continue reading

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Malpaso?

Mis(s)-step this way was the whisper, unsure of me, of my tray and its array.   i was just trying to lose my way and the nudge came in handy, i’m sure, urging Mis-step this way! Miss, Step this way!   Slippers in … Continue reading

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The Black Rose

She felt guilty. Should she change her mailbox’s password? Delete the incriminating evidence? She had even had nightmares about being found out. And he did have an inkling about it; she felt it. Oh, she hated confrontations! But she couldn’t resist it- … Continue reading

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Growing up

She fidgeted and kept fingering the crimps in her baby pink top; every few seconds, she’d leap up and blow another kiss out the window. As the bus started pulling away from the kerb, she leant out and blew one … Continue reading

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