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Purdah colonises me. Has known for ages, it lodges in my marrow, in my grating bones, in my joints, in the organs where you can smell the rot. Depriving what I shall feel as a human being as it is continuously telling me that I am not even a human to begin with. I am too whole to be called a mortal; I am too half-done to be deified like a god. Mother rages because of my father’s dearth. Absence of tenderness in a place I could call a home. After you, I have never unbraided the hair of my lament again, but now after you are gone, let me wring the filaments; let me leave them in disarray. I have never embraced my sore, and somehow, your wraith impales it more.
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Purdah colonises me. Has known for ages, it lodges in my marrow, in my grating bones, in my joints, in the organs where you can smell the rot. Depriving what I shall feel as a human being as it is continuously telling me that I am not even a human to begin with. I am too whole to be called a mortal; I am too half-done to be deified like a god. Mother rages because of my father’s dearth. Absence of tenderness in a place I could call a home. After you, I have never unbraided the hair of my lament again, but now after you are gone, let me wring the filaments; let me leave them in disarray. I have never embraced my sore, and somehow, your wraith impales it more.
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