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I hope you all are doing well. I am not. Nevertheless, my newest work. Judge it. Like it. Critique it.
Aunt Betty drinks her
Black coffee with infinite
Patience and talks politics.
We tell her to cut
Us some slack and yet,
She blabbers about the
Republicans until it is
Incoherent. We groan and
Instantaneously become
Ignorant of her words and
The meanings they present.
Aunty Betty becomes silent one day.
She smokes her hooka with an
uncanny nervousness.
She looks like she wants to
open her mouth again to spew
Trump or Christie in our face.
That doesn’t happen.
She retreats to
Her room and the next day,
we find her dead body,
submerged in silence,
skepticism. We lie in
Mystery of her demise.
Avantika Singhal /timidandvivid 