orange
“orange is my least favorite color.
orange isn’t a peaceful birth, it’s a painful one.
orange is your mother screaming in labor.”
“orange is my least favorite color.
orange isn’t a peaceful birth, it’s a painful one.
orange is your mother screaming in labor.”
“They embraced for a long time, not speaking anything for several minutes. Finally, Enoch piped up.
‘Hey Daddy? Where’s Ansel?’
Stephen let loose a small sigh. ‘Wherever you’d like him to be, Enoch. Always.'”
“Grudgingly, Emily printed her name on the paper, wondering for not the first time why her parents had given her a Western name. With her friends, she still stubbornly referred to herself with a Kurdish name.”
Her journey would be long
As if a sorcerer, she rose her hands in the air, calling upon the earth
The cold took hold, choking her in the darkness
“I am the voice that kills you.
I am the voice that seeps into your brain and tells you that you’re wrong. Whatever you’re doing
is wrong. You are wrong.”
“The pads of fingers kiss and synchronize with gravel tunes
and smooth notes, quick meter
and bounce
snap
baby, do you wanna dance?”