Unmarked Chambers : Saima Afreen

Tell me how do I carry your weight under my skin,inside my blood? Your storieslisten to the walls in Anna Karenina’s heart, the lightpoured out from her bones, they turn into glow wormscarrying the weight of stars.            The night.                                Its scent.                                                 The tremor of beliefin those dark eyes where simoom waitsfor the map in your body to wake…

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