Image courtesy-Pixabay " The episode of heat strikes again, and I feel my blouse soak. Lately, heat has accompanied me most of the places: examination room, restroom, CVS, Namaste Plaza, Panda Express, and even in the shower. Yet, I can differentiate between the warm water and the lava erupting from the pores of my skin. Just how complicated can life become when the only two things you feel are heat and rage. The former has an outlet; the latter simmers within searing the present." To read the full story, please click on Hoodwinked . Hoodwinked has had the privilege of being featured on the Women's Web and accorded the Hall of Fame honor in the International Symposium for Women and Literature, Kolkata Spring Festival. Happy Reading!
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A willow grows on my head, Surrounded by patchy buckthorns and crabgrass, Their roots penetrate and prick my aortas, In the background, we play masks and plexiglass. A haircut would do me a world of good, I have let them grow way too wild, Stereotypes and Prejudices cling to the grime, In the background, the power struggle refuses to reconcile. They tangle easily and snag at the bottom, Split ends caused by hatred, resentment, and abuse When did we start to devour each other, In the background, we play 'which color do you ‘choose.' Pediculosis Capitis ravages through the scalp, The pieces of broken dreams continue to pelt, It gnawed a large part of our identity and grace, In the background, the Alaskan glaciers melt. White dandruff flakes abound all over, Hope suffocates as we itch in dark, We let a lot fall through the cracks these years, In the background, flicker the mutinous sparks. We all need a hairdo and some introspection, So