By: James Diaz there was the time before i knew the shape that my life would take the time before i first held something sharp against my wrist that could split the skin separate my spirit from my body the time…
By: Pijush Kanti Deb I give a chase to it yet the sun doesn’t rise in the west, I jump on it still I find myself always lying below a merciless rapist, I scratch on it nevertheless the honey is…