Windows & Mirrors written by: Devika Mathur @epdevikamathur   Often, I am a whole another woman. A woman who sighs with almond breaths, oceanic concave shape of my face, something like an oval, with fingers typing “slow, breathe” somewhere in this moist air. This woman is inside my onion mind, slithering an oculus bowl of chipped nights. ah, eh, ah, eh the voices are hollow, and the dreams are crippled. They modify too often, along with my neighbour’s talk. I … Continue reading Windows & Mirrors