I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.
(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Am I allowed to hold on to you? / But you are waves of serendipity, / Moving forward in each clutch
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 11 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Resist
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
Words were never my greatest strength/ But the arsonist's child will read them
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 8 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Flick