What You Kill, Kills You- Sohini Chatterjee

At ten past two at night I push sorrow out of ashen tongue, cigarette burnt lips, stained sweater of blood, injury and sweat, and spell T.R.A.U.M.A in hundred different ways. The mother commands homicide of naked blisters and turgid wounds before the stench of guilt reaches the shore and screams breathless; I acquiesce. Now every … Continue reading What You Kill, Kills You- Sohini Chatterjee