Crimson

Hashtag Kalakar
Dec 12, 2025
1 min read

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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