Bittersweet
By Najma Salad Frame Through the stillness of the night, I hear the motion of your heart. Skipping beats between breaths But all of it feels right. You feel free among crowded thoughts, As if you were a kite hanging mid-air. You’re constantly going with the flow. Unbothered by time, though You forget how much you owe. With newly fed fear you undergo. Darkness after darkness from what you dug…