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Mother

Yes i am a demon
And i fly on broomsticks
When night closes in
My index finger pricks.
Disown me if you must
Disown my shadowed soul
The umbilical cord will still
Be coiled within my hole…

Author: monami mukherjee

Poet, Blogger, Undergrad Professor. Literature and film enthusiast. Excited about both critical and creative writing.

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