By: Garima Sharma In the balms of my new forehead that grew like grief over the walls you could never see the shame. my backs thousands of them, became mirrors that turned into silver blanks dots of the mind after every…
By: Garima Sharma In the balms of my new forehead that grew like grief over the walls you could never see the shame. my backs thousands of them, became mirrors that turned into silver blanks dots of the mind after every…