By Inayah Fathima Faeez Tomorrow looms unsure, muffled by the deep Thumbs twiddling, barriers never-ending, failure and nothing to reap At the shore lie the choices, imposing, leading to journeys impo
By Inayah Fathima Faeez Some part of us is cold and shrivelled, In a body of seemingly endless depth. Some part of us is heavy and dishevelled, Misery filling an unending breadth. Some part of us is
By Sydney L. Wensel No house of any God could baptize The bellyache or bother out of me. The ocean keeps calling though— Salt chuck sieving through this Receptacle of misbehavior and flesh— Each of
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