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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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there is a little light at the end of the street by Afrah Shekh (19, United Arab Emirates)*6/11/2020
![]() there is a little light at the end of the street and it flickers like a man-made love. it dies and revives. tall shadows of gypsum gloom slink closer in silence, far too little left to haunt. the night hiccups slowly, but there is no moonlight between cupped hands. no serene lullabies hanging taut between lovers, between flat plain-pain of empty breasts. you carry sandalwood in your pockets and the entire city stinks of the forbidden. listen to me sometime; bathtub pipe dreams cemented in cold glass, cold whistle. i carry far too much rhapsody in milk bottles that rot on my counter-tops. there is no space for you in my refrigerator but sometimes, i wish for ice-cubes that taste like you. there is a little light at the end of the street and now i'm switching it off. Comments are closed.
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