By: Adam Levon Brown Dumbbells of anger assault my unfed stomach while I strive for another repetition in pages of tears. I rip them clear from books of love and paint myself a picture of guilt, hidden safely behind the bed…
By Pijush Kanti Deb Once I had a great abhorrence of my mirror- standing in my dark room, knowing only to reflect my bowing lonesome image down to a gloomy star oiling it to smile at me and my days…