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The Henna Trap: One Buyer's Journey to Finding a Genuine, Chemical-Free Supplier. AI-Generated.
The Price Was Too Good Her original henna supplier had raised prices. Shipping delays out of India were getting worse. A new vendor reached out on LinkedIn with a pitch that was hard to ignore. Lower prices. Faster turnaround. Claimed to be one of the top henna powder manufacturers in India. Had a decent-looking website. Professional emails.
By Kirpal Export Overseasabout 9 hours ago in Education
with hammers nails and tape
Mom tries to lift the turkey by herself even though we said we would help She leans against the counter pretending she’s not spent
By Joe Shetinaabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Youth in Asia. Content Warning.
I don't want to be alive anymore I don’t want to see what else is in store Be it twenty-five or five At not point did I want to be alive
By 96-Zest Doeabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Tug of War
It’s hot, it’s cold. Bright sun, grey rain, and here we go again. The battle of the seasons is in full bloom. Well bloom is stretch. There’s no blooming of anything yet, except frustration.
By Alexandra Grantabout 9 hours ago in Humans
Love Me
Love me directly - that's what I said No excuses, lies I've been fed Of the time we spoke of sacred things We sat and laughed and ate like kings
By Aaron Michael Grantabout 9 hours ago in Poets
The Truth About Lying
No metaphor necessary for this, dear patriots. Unspeakable outrage tells the tale of a wannabe king. Pretending to solve a problem he caused, is a transparent ruse he does abuse.
By Star Love Greyabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Remember Me One Day
Remember Me One Day When silence folds around your name, And life no longer feels the same, Will something stir inside your chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 9 hours ago in Poets
Sex On The Beach
Sex On The Beach The tide leans close, it whispers low, Salt on skin, a burning glow, Your shadow falls across my chest,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 9 hours ago in Poets
Carrying On
Is this all that there is, forever Sorrow fills the soul when one considers this fact Missed are the days when one could feel light like a feather
By The Man Behind The Maskabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Pour Rain Pour Drown The Impure
Pour Rain Pour Drown The Impure Pour rain, pour hard, erase the stain, Let thunder speak through grief and pain, Wash every mark that darkness made,
By George’s Girl 2026 about 9 hours ago in Poets
Spill
I love you. That is all. My feelings are no longer subdued. I will mindlessly let myself fall. I could bask in your gaze until the world collapses
By J.C. Nolanabout 9 hours ago in Poets
A Plain Jump
The box was there. And yes, I did care. It was staring at me in the corner this whole time while I was jumping on a single box
By Michael Owczarekabout 9 hours ago in Poets