Silver at the edge
Sanaa -
Aug 10
At midnight, I hear the moon calling from the edge of the roof. […]
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The taste of carelessness
Sanaa -
Jul 27
His carelessness tastes like forbidden fruit— sweet enough to make restraint seem childish. […]
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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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