And the heart remains a lump

Written by: Nora Suleiman

crouching between the ribs, lurking among memories, a predator waiting for its prey, to clamp its claws in the neck of time, and slay the body of life, a wolf that tied it, thinking that it had cut its claws, when they ripped out its heart, so that the dust of the distant past would split from it, and it would release its fangs to devour their hearts alive, crushing their souls between two millstones Their sins, so that they wish for death and find nothing but the hell of a rabid wolf, and the claws of a possessed fox!