Lies by Bharath Upendra

You try and let go but I hold on to your hands, fingers intertwined, tighter. You pull with much greater force than my heart can shelter and I leave you, at once. It’s not physical, but an emotional force that pushes me away from you. I walk forward in that inertia, following the feelings as…

Sisters by Susan Richardson

I am a slick pen slicing furtively into bone She is a kind heart bleeding with purpose onto a muslin sleeve I am a ghost on the parchment She is a splash of color saturating the page I command pity She earns respect I am words lacerating sensibilities She is music sitting sweetly in the…