Haajarah

“To be in grief is to be dislodged from the mouth of time.”
― Trivarna Hariharan

“there is a poem
scratched onto the walls of my throat
no one has heard it
but it is there”
― Kai Cheng Thom, A Place Called No Homeland

“Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus laughed as he fell.
Threw his head back and
yelled into the winds,
arms spread wide,
teeth bared to the world.

(There is a bitter triumph
in crashing when you should be
soaring.)

The wax scorched his skin,
ran blazing trails down his back,
his thighs, his ankles, his feet.
Feathers floated like prayers
past his fingers,
close enough to snatch back.
Death breathed burning kisses
against his shoulders,
where the wings joined the harness.
The sun painted everything
in shades of gold.

(There is a certain beauty
in setting the world on fire
and watching from the centre
of the flames.)”
― Fiona

“foolish of me to have built my city of hope around your graveyard of words.”
― khush bakht