Author: Prena subba
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Death of a bride
i dug my own grave, six feet into the earth. my wedding dress stained with mud, i own no ring to a man. i own no home to a childhood dying inside of me. i am nothing as i let my flesh rot to the bones. the flowers you left behind barely resembles anything to…
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Fighting the Fire
mother loves the color yellow; the warmness and flames reflecting on her lenses. her yellow silk scarf over her shoulders is ragged now—smeared with cinders as she works up to continue burning the fire in the kitchen. she never gets tired of it even as she offers everything in the house to keep the fire…
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Courage is a little girl
thought courage was a lady who wore a suit and a tie, and went on a war against herself. those loud powerful angry women i saw on billboards . but then, i really seem to forget that courage-is actually the name of that little girl at the corner house. the little girl who knocks twice…
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Search for Passion
i must have spent an eternity searching for a passion. something — not to keep me alivebut make me feel alive as though i can go through a day without having to think about my death who will bury the remains of my work? who will tell my family that my passion for life was…
Prena Poetry 