In frame : a rose in winter. this winter reeks of charming marshmallows,the fire beneath my skinny bonesbreaks into someone's houseand burnsthe desires of the world,the epiphany of the afterlifethat withers in the thoughtsalmost as uncertain as the snowfalling in the city of heat this winter is a deathless grief,surrendering to the faithof the lonely … Continue reading Who is the witness?
Poetry
Recurring Damages
the sun before it starts to melt This time we did not return,like a collapsing memorybridges burning under our feet,concrete grass growing on our fingers,our home- a satellite with pseudoscience effectorbiting. This time we arrived,at the doorstep of joy,our membranes merginglike the sky at horizon.With sunset bleeding on our skin,we watched birds dying,their feathers engulfing … Continue reading Recurring Damages
The Poetic Elixir 
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