poems

Still Pretends, Still Forgives

And yet, in this space between what was and what’s gone. I ache for the dream that lingers on. For a memory that no longer lives but still insists…

Apr 30 •

Raihan Khairunnisa

ash and confession

When I burn like ash in the atmosphere, you pull me into hell — coldly, gently, without asking.

Apr 21 •

Raihan Khairunnisa

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