Ghosts On December 9, 2019December 9, 2019 By Barnadhya RwitamIn Micropoetry The things we eat die in our stomach. They become ghosts and come out – as farts. © Barnadhya Rwitam Tell your friends about this post: Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading...
Barnadhya Rwitam 