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Tag Archives: Rachana Hegde
I don’t want to think about that boy and that heady rush of fresh air after a day spent locked in math class. Afterward, he limped to a car spitting oil. Afterward, I was busy forgetting: the grunting, the mouth-numbing … Continue reading
every story I’ve ever read starts with a spreading silence: that thick-syrupy quiet forcing itself down my throat. there’s always the pain: a brilliant stabbing, fireworks in a sleeping town, and a howl wrapped around my tongue. you know morning … Continue reading
i talk to the walls of my bedroom, tinnitus simmering behind me. catharsis looks over my shoulder, hovering impatiently. my hair is untamable in this heat. and my mouth is full of breadcrumbs. some days divide in coin flips. and … Continue reading
Outside, the sky slits itself open. I sneak in through the back door, grief lying dormant: half-formed & sleepy. My viscera flutters & I watch sea-sand coupling beneath my window, aching for another country. I scrub my hands in the … Continue reading
mother tells me to stop answering the phone so I fill myself with water instead of stale bread. logic doesn’t exist in this town. on rainy days I pass the time by playing card games on a gleaming terrace. after … Continue reading
At eighteen, you reenacted your childhood, singing about climbing trees and breaking necks, like one can’t occur without the other. You knew your place in that house, mouth swollen with hope, body bowing gracelessly – too taut, too close to … Continue reading
Sarah learns not to talk back to her elders when the first time she tells her uncle to fuck off, her mom washes her mouth out with soap. Sarah chokes on the bubbles, vomits an hour later when the same … Continue reading
we rush, arriving late to the funeral pyre on two hours of sleep. singers chant dirges. i crane my neck, disturb the smoke while others gape at us. behind me, great aunt sindhu mutters: good god, she was such a … Continue reading