by Ami J. Sanghvi Every so often, two people collide even when their destinies exist worlds away from one another. She was a few years away from becoming a doctor; […]
by Ami J. Sanghvi Slimy, slithering, and hideous, she was a caterpillar, Grouped with the other infants, she was never a killer. Hence, less grub-like than she, they coiled around […]
by Ami J. Sanghvi The flame beckoned, but the moth shielded her eyes, With wings of black lace and velvet, scorched by lies.
Remember my good old semicolon tattoo that I got back in July 2015? Well, it’s gone. Don’t worry, you guys — it’s not like I’m not aware that I’m still mentally ill. […]
This piece was written on July 1, 2015, immediately after having my “semicolon” tattoo done; it was published on this website on July 16, 2018.
by Ami J. Sanghvi Your bones dug into my neck like some rusted-over shovel, My face shoved into the soggy pillow, thanks for the muzzle. You became afraid when you […]
by Ami J. Sanghvi The grit of the poet – toughening itself further with each word she writes. And yet, she’s putrefying. She pours more slicing words onto her canvas […]