Wrapped in the wrong body,
fights with the coincidences.
She gets slaughtered in the sleep
Axe falls on her
A wandering bullet
consumes her breath.
Stove-burst becomes a funeral pyre.
why a young boy has never been consumed by co-incidences?
what's in her body that charms the bullets, axe, stove-burst?
whiff of air whispers!
'you are trapped in the wrong body.'
'what's wrong with her own body? '