Love Sounds like a Slammed Door
He asks why I can’t love him without my hands cuffed behind my back. How do I tell him? At night, I still listen for the sound of my mother’s breathing. Orooj-e-Zafar fancies herself a spoken word poet while she struggles her way through medical school in her hometown, Islamabad, Pakistan. Most recently, she has been published at Persephone’s Daughters, By&By Lit and Voicemailpoems.org. You can connect with […]
