Author: wijdan.mena

Infrastructure Infrastructure stands in front of me; In my hand, a hammer. In my heart, a plea. Destroy the tower and keep what I have? Or watch it destroy me with nothing to add? Is the climb worth the ruin left behind? Is temporary pleasure worth an empire’s toss? Months of being wounded, wrapped in…

Green eyes where everything disappears. Inside a forest, the paths loop back. They swallow. There’s a hunger in that color— not the kind that devours quick, but the kind that keeps you walking, keeps you thinking you’ll find your way. You won’t. The moss grows over footprints. The branches close where there was light. People…