Change the way you
think you’re escaping
toward the blue and fuzzy,
bleeding into a wash.
[Ask me not to say it.]
Awake from the night-
mare of I
founded on a misconception—
this place that is no place,
unspeakably alone,
where nothing happens
like cloud-shadows.
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Shloka Shankar

Shloka Shankar is a freelance writer from Bangalore, India. She loves experimenting with Japanese short-forms of poetry, as well as found/remixed pieces alike. Her work has most recently appeared in Otoliths, Right Hand Pointing, Yellow Chair Review, Bones, and so on. Shloka is the founding editor of the literary & arts journal, Sonic Boom.