Wasima Aziz

Fall

August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent

1w ago

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.

3m ago

Wonder

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

3m ago
October 5, 2024
October 5, 2024

Fall

August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent

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