Author: Shazia
To the Man Who Stole My Skin
On the days when I sleep under your eyelids, I dream. I wash my crumbling face …
Sea Salted Caramel
I came to the kitchenTo chop tomatoesBut my mother said,You dice them,Like rolling your fate across,A …
Her Heartbeat is a Palindrome
I am a woman who, Isn’t a woman, Half woman, whole liar, Half poetry, whole halves, …