Author: Sanaa

Hades wears my face at dusk
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Nov 20
At dusk, the light thins— a fading bruise across the sky— as the […]
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Coaxing the night open
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Nov 17
Coax the night open with your breath— a slow unbuttoning of shadows as […]
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The art of painting fruit on canvass
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Nov 4
She begins with the bowl not the fruit,  the curve that will hold […]
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Pandora’s box was never empty
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Oct 28
Sin never dies. It only changes its dress— silk for the saints, ash […]
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Velvet Ruin
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Oct 23
You touch me like dusk— slow, deliberate, as if the dark were silk […]
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After Frost, Persimmons
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Oct 21
The wind grows thinner—  its voice now a hush across the fields,  the […]
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