Burnt Tongue

Burnt tongue big bubbles rising from his throat. Lean muscles sunk neck snug in-between white burnout bedsheets. Red eyes veins popping morsels stinging, burning teeth and tongues. White hands clutching seats grasping toilet paper. Thick white chunks – stopping words – flowing out of his mouth. Wrapping jeans baggy sweatshirt Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Dibs

I stand there, crazy. No space ships waiting or begging me to clean up dust. Stars away stare into me like fire, encroaching. Single files blocking any desire left in me. Carefree and free was bound to be a slave. A worker in a field had a plate-gruel and a Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Enormous Silence

Silence sails on an enormous ocean floor, crashing frothy waves like an invisible ember burning to keep you warm. Oblong rays inside a bell jar with plastic people counterfeited on broken lids to resemble fake humanity. Confinement slices across thick loaves of bread straight out of the oven, like a Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Cradles Long Forgotten

Heavy minutes rhyming on her white wall, crying, flailing, slowly falling down like trickles of blood pooling around everybody’s eyes, around everybody’s smiles, but everybody smiles. Her fingers walk across the marble floor, nails scraping and tongues bending like half-empty dresses hung inside a closet. Boots, now worn, lie sullenly Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Last Winter Break

Last winter break she was broken and white, like salt on mahogany; spilled and unused. Around the corners of her mouth she sees fire slowly melting it’s way this time around and molding her into gold. But she’s a pearl, she’s a diamond and she screams because she doesn’t want Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Control

Is it true that deluges fill a void in your heart that many drugs fail to numb? I have heard wolves crawl into my skin and wither their way into my insecurity. I have felt the novel shift of having a skeleton and collapsing under the weight of it. My Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Post Antagonism

Women, as they say, are for decorations only. A vase in an empty room. She smiles because she has to, another etches into her eyes. She seldom wears her hair down, a mane around her chin will bring her sociability down. Like little cats she was made to run around Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.

Going Away

Elaina didn’t cry not until she was alone behind walls. Elaina didn’t cry not until she knew she was going away. Too much in a bottle like hurricane bubbling inside closed glass. Brittle pieces cut hard droplets of blood through skin. Never mind. Kettle burning she takes a mitten boils Read more

Paakhi Bhatnagar

Paakhi Bhatnagar is a student from India and an avid reader of historical fiction. She is a passionate feminist and blogs about current politics and feminist issues. She also possess the uncanny ability of turning everything into a debate.