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  • Writer's pictureAshima S

Day 5. The View from up here

The halo shines iridescent

Above my head

Once gleaming purple

Once pink

Then silver

Through the translucent green

I can see

How it incarcerates me

My skin of porcelain

Is wrapped in silk


Pink, ironed

it mustn’t have a crease

I twirl gently,


Round the pole

Past the



Lights reflecting

Off my manicured nails

They scream privilege.


Escapril – writing everyday in April. It is probably fictional, unedited, raw feelings. Perhaps you can feel them with me.

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