Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Comfort Zone

by Stuti Jain


I don't ever want to leave this poem
I could live here
Eating table scraps
Drinking words like water
I could live here
Sleeping under a blanket of lies
Breathing to the beat of a song
I could live here
Never forgetting the sun
But too scared
To greet it again.




 

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