I sit with the empty papers spread infront of me. I stare at them while the inks are drying up. My throat feels sore and heart felt clutched. A wave is about to over flow while the roads are blocked. I shiver even before I realize, the humidity never felt this freezing at any given time. The blood started to protest while muscles started tightening up. A little taste of blood in the tip of my tongue and a crawl of sensation through the line of my nasal, burned the layers of my eyes red. My thoughts were so scary even my body couldn’t catch up.

– M A Y U S H

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