Wrist

I see you longing for death.
Like it’s a beautiful dress you long to own
To wear.

So you beg your mother to get you the dress.
Because you’re too little to get it yourself.

(I look down at my wrist.
Oh! It looks just like my mother’s)

Will you beg your mother to get you death?
If she got you the dress?

Or if she chose the dress for you?

-Anupriya Kumari

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60 thoughts on “Wrist”

  1. The depth and intensity of these lines written by you Anupriya took my heart away.. Away into a different land of emotions and feelings.. Where I could feel the winds and the tears rolling down my cheeks.. ❀

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