love

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Prose no more

When I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone

short stories by SamiraAugust 16, 2018February 23, 2019

She didn’t have her lipstick on

My mom has breast cancer. What a crap thing to have to write down. I know most people probably think their mothers are magic, but mine really is. You see, just a few years ago, I had a brain tumor and the day we found it she clasped her hands around my head as I […]