I woke up last night
startled by the ghost of phantom tears
that were soaked into my pillow sheet
How old was I, I wonder,
that first time
when I felt shame
colour in the spaces between
the letters of my name?
About Me
- Maya Nadeem
- Carving out a path that is my own through the hilarity of the sacred profanities of life I merge into chaos and order, finding the inner balance within.
