My shadow lurks behind me
On a crooked plain I tread
Nailed prophet oozes blood
Accursed wounds refuse to heal
My heart morphed into plastic toy
Incessantly beats the shit out of
Every vessel that leads to its chamber.
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Monami Mukherjee is an educator and lifelong student of English literature. She studied at Lady Brabourne College and the University of Calcutta, where she completed her MPhil, and has 21+ years of teaching experience. Her interests include Feminism, Post-colonialism and Modernism, and through NibblePop and its YouTube channel she breaks complex texts down into simple, relatable ideas. Read more
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