Anonymous My great aunt used to say that when things came to an end it was ‘the end of a chapter’ j I never heard her say it she was my great aunt People don’t

it was two in the afternoon when i was wrapped up in bedsheets

The noise my tyres made on the road gnawed at my ear. Cracks in the blacktop made silhouettes of mountain ranges.

My naked skin touches countless rays With eyes closed, hand on head I sway aimlessly to a musical jungle As orange heat blurs my view

I find myself clinging still. Over and over over    dreaming that soft dream where i grow, to something  beautiful, become something hazy & wild. 

She cradles a two-year-old in the arch of her hip, holds rooti cut into small bite-sized pieces in the other, looks over nonchalantly at the four pots on the stove behind her and

The fruits never taste as good as they do back home. Grapes here are a little too sour, a little too soft. Figs are always too big and dry, the

Lately I’ve been feeling just a little bit witchy,  lighting candles by my window at night. Catch a flame, cast a shadow, and enchantedly whisper incantations to the flickering light.

I imagine the fibres in my muscles tearing, each little strand being pulled apart like pieces of string. I clench my teeth at every jostle, the books in my arms

A news report lit up the dark living room. “Tonight, ordinary citizens and students alike join the movement that has involved so many young people of today.” Somewhere, a clock chimed nine