Status Updates From ليكن الرب في عون الطفلة

So many men and all of them the same where it counts

Iktr

The fairytale castle collapsed into the mud and sand on which it’s vanity was built

“There were glorious mornings of sun at the shore, cool evenings, holding hands in the park anticipation of the sexual choreography they would perform in every nook of her apartment. Sober as priests, creative as devils, they invented sex. So they believed.”

There’s a teardrop in my eye. My one eye. The left one.

Booker was the only person she was able to confront – which was the same as confronting herself, standing up for herself. Was she worth something? Anything

yeah man

The sun merely hinted at its rise, an apricot sliced teasing the Sky with a promise of revealing It’s whole self.