Re: Word: Nidhi Zakaria Eipe

  – This story originally appeared in the August 2012 issue of B O D Y NINE MONTHS  January ♀ The day I bit an apple, and it...
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Nidhi Zakaria Eipe

The day I bit an apple, and it bled, I knew we had died. Downstairs, in the kitchen, you were brewing tea(rs). Love is under fire, in someone else’s home: a kettle’s weak scream. We have died. The snow has turned to water, falling like (sh)eaves from the roof. It is already mo(u)rning.

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