Why wouldn’t you see past my face?
Past the shape of my nose, the texture of my skin.
Why wouldn’t you look deep into my eyes?
Deep through the window to my thoughts, my fears.
Why wouldn’t you hear more than just my voice?
More than just the words that leave my lips.
Don’t you wish to listen to my mind?

Why wouldn’t you see past my body?
Past the curve of my hips, the thickness of my thighs.
Why wouldn’t you look beyond my chest?
Into my core, my beating heart.
Why wouldn’t you notice more than just my silhouette?
More than how my figure swirls, more into what’s inside of me.
Don’t you wish to meet my soul?

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Hello, I am Pratha Sachdeva.

Wordplay is an escape for me; I write to create a world for myself and for the people who think escapism isn’t so bad after all. Inspired by my favorite poets Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allan Poe, I try to explore the themes of struggles with self, death, love, nature, and the links between them all in my poetry and proses.

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