"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
my house had all sorts of problems with it, and since i lived out in the country i had to fix them. of course. these poems were inspired by my adventures outside
I didn't mind if my fingertips were rusted with coffee grounds, or if my palm still hosted bread crumbs, I reached out my hand across the table, and you squeezed it but proved me wrong. My mind was spiraling, my heart, unstable. ____________________________
A story in which a girl writes letters to her dying best friend. Written and edited by Rukaya Mosavel. Copyright © 2021 All Rights Reserved.
because even if she wasn't okay, it would've helped her hope just a little bit more.
