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Crimson

By Kriti Arora


You’ll find me

Resting under

The shade

Of a Sycamore tree.

Biting into juicy flesh;

Blood dripping down my neck;

Saline water dripping from 

Two symmetrical voids

Of anguish and desire,

That you simpletons

Call “eyes”.


By Kriti Arora



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