I am a kite untethered in the wake of your wind weathered , by the onslaught of your outbursts measured , by the numbness of your name . I am...
Malala. Say something I haven't heard like it's all your fault that you haven't learned, that you weren't listening whilst I spoke in prose cos you'...
bitter sweet stains As we finger the rim at the edge of our glass we recall better days by the bottle, Although there were times that we both could...