Author: Sanaa

Brittle and unloved this season, with leaves transitioning in colour before dropping to […]
Lost in the vermilion labyrinth of his lips, some days I exist only […]
We carry the remains. We carry them within, fragrance of what once was, […]
Cream coloured- its skin and seeds are inedible, cut in half and scoop […]
Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss; crushed petals, […]
I have searched for you under many a mulberry moon; perused an onion, […]