By Cia Mangat

A top 15 winner of the Foyle Young Poets of the Year Award 2018.

           “Do you think red is my colour?” I ask with softest teeth.            “What?” She watches the mattress, how it languidly sinks beneath            my thighs. “It’s just that that’s the whole Indian wedding motif;            always red.” She wipes away dark chunks of kajal, small streaks            of black smeared down beneath her […]