Shail Raghuvanshi
my feet no longer ask me permission to stroll around
exhaustingly aware of storms brewing in my head wanting to scream into silence
my thoughts attempt to usurp the space left for emotions to hibernate
in a place that no longer seems mine
taken over by a closeted home lost in the travails of insecure survival, clamped desires
and a wish to be free from you, from me
💚💚 Nice one Shail 😀😀
Thank you Nikita
Nice!
Thank you Sonali.
Lovely thought
Fetters of being bound in a closet with another causes anguish and anger! Lovely read.