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In another world, the deer too are free
Pratiksha Ahuja—Goa, India
limbs languid in the winter air.
In their mouths, only the cold scent
of morning, of fresh, biting grass.
Their spines tall and certain,
their hunger  a holy thing.
The bushes gently quiver
with beasts too small to hurt.
Pratiksha Ahuja (she/her) is a poet based in Goa, India. She grew up in a fractured home, crafting stories to survive and to understand herself. Her work has been nominated for Best of the Net and is published or forthcoming in Sky Island Journal, Novus Literary Arts Journal, The Rome Review, PHIL LIT, The B'K Magazine, and elsewhere. Instagram: @storieswithpratiksha
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