Hold on to me. when the stars rise against the skies’ eyes, when the void in our chests becomes a cold sun, when the light tastes of withered expectations and […]
A poetic med student.
Author of “Of One Lost Girl”.
Graphic design manager @yellowscribe.
Coffee & tea addict.
By: Yomna Khaled. Darling, I know that being numb is like swimming in a sea of scentless petals. I know that disappearing can sometimes feel like the light at the […]
She was never a valley for you to wander through, or a piece of clay in your hands to shape.She is not what society told you she is. She is […]
My lover is not the moon; the moon speaks in ego too much for a stone that fakes its glow. He never listens. He only talks about the star that […]
It’s midnight bluethe fire inside your chesta melting snowstormin an aching needto prove itself. A withering cry of anger stilllingering on your lips,like rust on a golden frame;so boldly out […]
By: Yomna Ameer. The warmth of my tea;a visible grey ghostwith a vintage smell,alluringly dancing.So loudly replacing the porch’ssilence with my escalating unease.The moon is hushed.He is a shade of agrieving pearl, tonight.He takes the night as a stage,and narrates a whisperedgoodbye betweenthe breaths of two parting lovers.Though tonight my […]