Sugar

He calls me Sugar And I melt a little bit more than I thought I could or should, or ever would — his smoky voice wafting into my ear, smoky tendrils of promise wrapping themselves around my fogged brain, pulling at my heart strings, asking them to loosen, to allow it to beat freely and […]

Brave

It’s a story I could not tell before, my tongue tied by a delicate bow of velvet grief So smooth against my heart for the last decade that I hardly noticed the crack in it as much, the bow covering my entire heart, crack and all. That I almost forgot. Reminded only and often by […]

Sabr and Shukr

Originally posted on chanyado:
(a meditation on grief and the things that keep me up at night) I don’t remember much from my first funeral. We stood in line waiting to view the body. When it was my turn, I observed how the body was ashy, its arms arranged stiffly by the hips, nostrils oozing…

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One day I decided to not take it anymore. Now, it didn’t just dawn on me that day. Some days before, after the cuts and the pleas, the seed had been planted somewhere in those days when ribbons bowed around flowers and smiles curved around hurt. Those days were the hardest, to be honest, but […]

Last Dance

The record played low and slow, and his hand dipped into the curve of her lower back, holding tender and still. She leaned her head into his shoulder, inhaling the scent lifting from that dip at the base of his neck. The music swirled around them, and the rest watched in silence. He held her […]