VIII by Ayesha

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Jan 2021

VIII

sheets swirl about me
pinning, crushing, they hiss, ‘don’t
leave; you’ll drown out there’

and my bed turns to water

Written by

Ayesha 20/F/Silver Sea

(20/F/Silver Sea)

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