By Shivi Dixit
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Smoke crawled
out of the chimney
from the fire stalled
akin to a stroke flimsy.
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I lunge forward
to make it last a little longer.
My skin gets charred
from blowing at the dead cinder.
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Shivi Dixit is a high school student from India, currently stressing over her medical entrance exam. Being fascinated by the idea of death, she writes short horror stories and poems centred around its nature and its relation with the world around her. Pastel Serenity Zine, Push Up Daisies Mag, The Hearth Magazine, All That Glitters Is Snow (an anthology) and Stuck In Notes Mag are home to her recent work.
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