As part of my induction into Sudden Denouement, the women of the group sometimes band together as The Weyward Sisters to collaborate on a specific topic. I really enjoyed writing this piece and seeing my words among these other wonderful and talented women. Enjoy.
Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning
Oh, Amy
Whenever I go walking
In my stilettos,
I hear you talking.
Dream me up a way
Of swishing my hips
And pursing my lips
And singing your riffs
So that I find beauty
Like you.
she puts her black dress on
in the dark,
anxious nails red and messy
in their early-morning artistry.
he left the candle burning
in the winter window –
vanilla and cinnamon
on a Sunday evening,
tears and vodka
on a Monday morning.
last week’s relief
breathes
into tonight’s regrets,
but the shadowy smear
on the glass
is all that is left of him.
Aakriti Kuntal/Writings of Aakriti Kuntal
Rummaging through
black air,
nauseous red nails bearing oily seas
Suffocating
existence with conversations,
conversations
with glittering nail cutters,
cracked moons
laughing hysterically in them
Conversations
of fallen boyfriends, of fallen love
Fallen being
the new being
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Love!
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Aw thanks! It was so fun pulling this together.
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I’ve read it and thought it was a wonderful collaboration!
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome, Sarah. 🙂
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i miss you darling!
https://deletedangel.wordpress.com/2017/06/07/the-weyward-sisters-back-to-black-blogging-friends/
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Thanks for sharing. Miss you too.
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Awe….
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