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My life begins
at my first memory— laid on a bed bottle in mouth I drift to sleep. I wake up to dampness pressed against my cheek. My milk has spilled and anger fills my little chest; I call to my Other who bends over me a full moon in a dark sky. I make my commands: precise, clear and neat. She nods in obedience as she picks me up and wraps me in her self.
Lavanya Acharya
24 hours ago1 min read
coming of age
before I turn forty I want to turn into a woman: become im -perfect arrest my efforts at enough deliver the sub- par with pride I've been told women are allowed to do that before I turn forty I want to embrace the woman in me she knows perfection is a choice I never knew I had an option.
Lavanya Acharya
Jan 41 min read
Lovebird
When I was younger and depression kept me up all night, I'd open my windows and let the night's breeze inside— let the miasma of my inner dark be swept away by the fragrance of bright rose apples: a tantalizing breath of freedom on the other side of the cage. Through the wire I'd watch the silhouettes of resting hibiscus and pattering palm against a backdrop of a thousand stars in an unpolluted sky; Or a bright moon would reflect the daylight of another world over
Lavanya Acharya
Dec 23, 20251 min read
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