All content by Aleena Alam
When you speak, the lilt of your words draws me into a polluted lull
I drift through the fog, freshly...
She watches me with invisible eyes
sweet sempiternity from beautiful skies
swathed in silken, silver...
dear melancholia,
your truth does not belong
in my cloying cosmos of lies
i will lock you away...
every night, i am drawn to the same river
lulled by a force that rivals a star’s gravity
i kneel...
