#spoiled
3 poems
- The Last SongPratyay Das Sarma · 1 min read · 97 readsMy flesh, my broken bones, and I scoop up all the blood spilled to put myself together.Drama
- My Blood BoilsSumathi Shanmugham · 1 min read · 293 readsThe least encroachment of invaluable privileges.Classics
- What Time Does?Jisha Laha · 1 min read · 235 readsWhen death knocks at your door, you wish to savor life once again.Others
