Parapet قصص

A little poem I whipped up when I was waiting for Udon. Relating and alluding to one of the scenes in my novel, this poem is inspired by the trench conditions in World War One.

"I find myself in front of your grave once again. How long do I have to go through this suffering?"

Just a few short stories I wrote about epithet erased... :)

This is a snippet from my memories. All about my teenage stint in a conservative, regressive social setup, yet nostalgic. A girl who bathed in the water tank escaped from a broomstick that was getting closer and closer or did she?