#huaf

[roohfully]

I have returned to you but I have not brought with me the blueness of my soul nor the greenness of reproach nor the blackness of dawn nor the whiteness of drowsiness therefore, have I not returned to you?

—Dunya Mikhail

[silvernskye]

Fairly recently researchers have developed magical artifacts that when worn allows a merpony to change their form to better navigate on land

[roohfully]

Yes, Gilgamesh moves within me— in all the channels I condensed passion, death, travel, ruin, sleeplessness I destroyed my children’s peace and made of my wounds a wedding feast.

—wafaa’ lamrani

[roohfully]

Lord of my soul, quickly press your hands to my heart, else, in the happiness of your arrival, my heart may leave me.

—Anwar Mirzapuri

[roohfully]

Before sending me to the flames, extract my heart it belongs to another, it must not burn to ash with me

—Anwar Mirzapuri

[silvernskye]

Using medibang on my phone for the first time

[roohfully]

There was a month I called May. When I buried it in papers, passion streamed down, flooding the tiles of the rooms. Herds of gazelles searching for mercy lap it up . . . and I wander about in search of a knife. [ . . ] You are a stranger to me, and your eyes are the foam of distances running like rivers between us.

Don’t ask me about my evaporating grief; perhaps it has become salt with which to doctor wounds.

—Safaa Fathy

[roohfully]

I saddle you with coral with the fusion of writing I find you inside me when alphabets are drowning in suspicion [ . . . ]

With you I double up on myself Your secrets touching my surface

—‘Aisha Arnaout