Nikita Gill is a 25 year old madness who once wrote an unknown book called Your Body is an Ocean and is now editor of a literary magazine called Modern Day Fairytales. A long time ago, she wrote a single line story for Monkeybicycle.net and was featured there.

Nikita Gill

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Lost November

I am lost November,
with the breath of winter
at the hairline of its neck.
I am the blood orange that
sours a little too soon.
A thirty day intuition
to a season of good will.
A blip on the side of
the road that melts easily
out of sight, out of mind.
An unremembered instance
on a torn index page
of a forgotten, spineless book.
I am lost November.
Remember me the instance
when you feel unremembered too.