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The Phoenix

Updated: Feb 12

By Aanya Nigam


I swallow my tongue

Coated with champagne and rose thorns

Pricking shards into my throat as it bleeds.


My blood exposed to pain and insecurities,

I hold in my tears

As my red-veined eyes swell with hate.

My eyelashes glued together, laced with envy.


The sky was still blue here

But it sat in my gut like a fraud.

Caustic salt on my ashen lips,

Like every astringent grain was meant for me.



I wake up to crystals on my pillow...

The sun peeking through the blue tinted window,

Rising in its morning glory.


I inhale the lavender skies,

I let my hair down and I say to myself:


“You burn too bright for this world. You are made for better things - Trust the process.” 


And my autumn heart blossoms with flowers again.


By Aanya Nigam



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