A poem about Seham, my favorite kitchen knife.
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Centipede I of V.
月
One month since I’ve last seen life.Rivers of gold, and a mesmerizing gaze.Her lips shining bright and coming closeBurning my foreheadA gentle flame of light and comfort. It was good to knowShe noticed I was missing.Wrote me a letter in my blood,Sending love and greetings;Newborn laughter, and ancient kindness. I got to meet the crimson …
Changes
Good changes. The best kind. You get to work, work, and never think. You get so busy that you don’t have the time to be sad or to remember anything. Remembering is human and everything human makes you weak. Being human is easy. Your pupils would go dilated, you would laugh, or smile, or cry. …
Sister
Dear Sanity, I hope you’re feeling well. How are you? And how is Adam, and the kids? Make sure to hug them tightly for me… I can’t wait to come back in winter and hug them for myself. Please tell them that their aunt misses them, big time. I am sorry I haven’t replied to …
SingulariT 