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Writer's picturethe graveyard zine

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the hasty fog,

blurring my vision.

the shrieking wind,

driving the current;

wild like her hair.


feel something eyeing me

by the lavenders and violets—

she turned her gaze,

uneasiness grows within,

i run away


pink orange sunset

i see her again—

eyes avoiding eyes,

my breath never released,

i run away


her screaming voice echoes

through my core like a labrys—

eyes darting back and forth,

my lungs suffocating,

i run away


running

and running

nowhere to hide

she is always there

as the shadow behind



 


About Bhumika:

I'm a 16 year old in Canada, and some of my interests include poetry (of course), coding, design, piano, as well as badminton! Especially during the past year during the pandemic, I've really taken the time to appreciate the beauty of nature and other things in life, which has allowed me to start writing poetry.

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