Author: Prena subba
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aching persona
i remember lying on the cold floor for hours, it was ages ago but i remember how inscrutable and haunting it felt. i remember the first time i felt that wave of melancholia, we were back in my mother’s hometownone afternoon, i was staring at the empty green mountains, and all at once my eyes…
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Horror in my Heart
there is always a preceding horror about writing down stories; the art that haunts the depths, direfully claws the insides of my chest; it’s like a hundred fists clasping within, all unable to describe this colossal conundrum of a human mind. love, you see, i don’t exactly remember when it was that a little girl…
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water ( short story )
my first born was seven when she asked me if i could teach her swimming, i shortly pulled my head away from the computer screen and instead told her she was too young for swimming. she would often hover around my workspace, slide into my arms or misplace the notes on the desk. i never…
Prena Poetry 