The Night Smells Like Memory
Sanaa -
Jul 20
I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts. That is how I […]
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Hades learns my name
Sanaa -
Jun 18
At the hour when daylight loosens its grip and the sky bruises itself […]
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The Silence of the Hills
Sanaa -
Jun 8
The summer had burned the landscape into a kind of silence. Every blade […]
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Soft things that stain
Sanaa -
May 21
I did not mean to create them.  I was grieving.  The earth watched […]
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Orange peel and smoke
Sanaa -
May 14
Desire begins quietly: like the smell of oranges after rain, like a window […]
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A Body, Briefly
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May 7
The fog comes on little cat feet. Soft as a held breath, it […]
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