the world didn’t need to scream, it only had to keep correcting me, and i kept folding inward, reshaping myself until even my reflection looked like a stranger i was trying to please.
— Asra Amjad, Even the moon left me - poetry book about love
“A woman grabbing a crying child’s wrist, freezing, then letting go when she realized the child was not hers.”

“When someone so close to heart leaves you in a world, where every hurdle you have to face yourself mere whim is more than enough to shudder a person.”
