Handicraft
By Ankita Anand
The women of my house
Breathe with their hands.
Tongues bitten by their own teeth beat a hasty retreat,
Eyelids securely tie stormy words within the eyes.
Handicraft
By Ankita Anand
The women of my house
Breathe with their hands.
Tongues bitten by their own teeth beat a hasty retreat,
Eyelids securely tie stormy words within the eyes.
All’s silent but you know that … Continue reading→