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Here’s an intense poem about the inner turmoil, by Deeya, for Different Truths.

Curses left me behind

To float like blotches

On skin

Blindfolding me


Legends floated on

Soda; it was a wild night

And gruesome 


Somebody shouted in the dark

Pitchy like charcoal on a chilly night

Of November

Of swindling face of death


I lay awake with

Gospel flint and sawdust

The way to sulphur flames

Etching fires 

And weeds of agony

©Deeya Dey Bhattacharya

Feature painting by Dagna Majewska. Photo from the Internet

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