Wasima Aziz

Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

2m ago

Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

2m ago
July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

Lone house around the bend

Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.

July 5, 2024
July 5, 2024

Wonder

I feel my rage, ma, a living thing;/ A beast, caged, like me

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