She gets dressed, she looks her best with her hair, like, everywhere
And it comes to me in a moment of clarity

She’s a god
- “she’s a god”, neck deep

"in front of my mother and my sisters, i pretend love is cheap and vulgar. i act like it's a sin- i pretend that love is for women on a dark path. but at night i dream of a love so heavy it makes my spine throb- i dream up a lover who makes love like he is separating salt from water."
- "salt", Salma Deera