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Un-<\/strong><\/p>\n Below the hospital bed A forehead on her forehead the Polish song on the radio next to with the door notice\u00a0 “Visitors after five” the chocolate boxes the magnolia pots spread on the strings and sparkling could hardly transmit the warmth <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Afrodita Nikolova<\/strong>, 24, is a Macedonian award-winning writer for the poetry book “Omaynina” (2010) and edits the literary booklet “Sh”. Her poetry’s included in The Anthology of Young Macedonian Avant-garde Poetr<\/em>y (2012) and The Cambridge Student; “Notes”<\/em>, the Oxbridge magazine; Ancient Heart<\/em>, 2012\/2013. Un- Below the hospital bed there was a hot circle of blood. A forehead on her forehead a palm on her palm the Polish song on the radio next to forgotten babushkas in the room down the hall with the door notice\u00a0 “Visitors after five” or staring at the cyrillic letters on […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5497","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5497"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5499,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5497\/revisions\/5499"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nthere was a hot circle of blood.<\/p>\n
\na palm on her palm<\/p>\n
\nforgotten babushkas in the room down the hall<\/p>\n
\nor staring at the cyrillic letters on<\/p>\n
\non the terraces the wet laundry<\/p>\n
\nantennas on high roof tops<\/p>\n
\nshe used to feel in her womb.<\/p>\n
\nblog: http:\/\/afroditanikolova.blogspot.co.uk\/
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