Aliyah Kazmi
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Yellow
Yellow’s illegal and she’s going to wear it. Her hand traces the outline of the scarf as its yellow hue glints under the lamp. Illegal - yellow’s a seep under your skin, make people froth at the mouth kind of illegal - socially illegal. But she wants to breathe in yellow. To take in the current of the sweet lemon tart. Taste its jagged edges under her tongue. Feel her nerves begin to salivate. She wants to die in yellow. She doesn’t want to die in yellow because those that wear yellow tell her she must. She doesn’t want to die in yellow because those that despise yellow tell her she must not. She wants to die in yellow because she believes it to be right. But dying in something means having to start in something. So that’s where she stands, tracing the outline of the illegal, its yellow hue glinting under the gaze of the lamp – she pauses, hands still, then retreats.
By Aliyah Kazmi3 years ago in Poets
It was always about the Magic
Bags of flesh and bones moving to the sound of music that makes them feel, that makes them yearn, that takes them home. Music is a universal language that is able to communicate and translate feeling through sound and by doing so, allows people to connect those sounds with certain occasions.
By Aliyah Kazmi4 years ago in Horror
