Inheritance of luck
I train myself not to meet their eyes—
those begging at corners,
3 October 2025, 19:30 PM
Silence, our witness
This cracked, restless earth beneath our feet—
granules of memory grinding,
22 August 2025, 19:02 PM
Mould
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
18 April 2025, 18:00 PM