At times, I feel I'm out of choices.
Perhaps all the fingers of accusation...

With time,
speaking becomes exhausting...

It is Saturday 3:30 a.m.
I think I have thrown up enough...

I promised your eyes the night
you landed on my chest...

Things haven't changed that much.
We've just glued shame...

Collect
every civil lesson we've been taught...

It was Ramadan,
and the whole family gathered...

Two scenes that give life its taste:
1- The words that you never say...