Alylah Zalfamy heart is quietIn July, my heart is quiet. I opened the windows to watch the tall grass. Without the wind, the scene before me looked like a postcard; the…Dec 19, 2022Dec 19, 2022
Alylah Zalfai miss youI hate talking through the phone, yet when the distance kept us apart, I was always searching for an excuse to talk, to text. Although each…Dec 19, 2022Dec 19, 2022
Alylah Zalfamaking myself at homeThere is a well deep within the garden of my heart, resting between the flowers growing behind my ribcages. Whenever I peer into the…Apr 17, 2022Apr 17, 2022
Alylah Zalfathe house by the seaWhen people ask me where I see myself in ten years, I tell them I’d be living by myself in a big spacious house by the sea, not because I…Apr 5, 2022Apr 5, 2022
Alylah Zalfawinter can be warm tooThe first fall of snow came quietly yesterday. the litter of white seemed out of place, scattered carelessly across the dying green. It was…Apr 4, 2022Apr 4, 2022
Alylah Zalfai still have a gardenIn the middle of my mother’s garden, spring had given birth to a peculiar flower. A single, lonely stalk amidst a gathering of clustered…Apr 4, 2022Apr 4, 2022
Alylah Zalfaa girl is a cageI am the girl by the window. I’ve only seen winter bleed into spring behind the curtains, and when summer arrives, I only ever watch it…Apr 4, 2022Apr 4, 2022
Alylah Zalfadeer in a trapI was introduced to fear through the eyes of a deer caught in a trap. I was twelve, curious, and sitting before my computer the year…Apr 2, 2022Apr 2, 2022
