Bathroom Thoughts-A List poem|Poems|Articles|theuntoldfables.com

Written by-Shrutika Kahale

Sept 21 2020

i) Age eight: Sitting on a sea-saw, a silky straight-haired girl making me loath my frizzy curls with hate. Or at least what I assumed to be hate.
Up and down, Up and down.
Envy, they go up and we ultimately feel lower than them. It was envy.
ii) Age thirteen: Standing on a piece of a floor covered with pencil sharpenings, surrounded by people whom I called my friends, searching the word “sex” in the dictionary. Me staining the floor with spots of Red trickling down my skirt.
Shit shit shit
A joke of Santa Banta from Neha who sat three benches ahead failing to turn my lips into a curve, it was fear.
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