Ghost Writer. But first, Snow Flurries. by Hibah Shabkhez
ORN furiously svelte, snow-flurries maim 
Themselves as they storm the cold skin, to be Merged, meshed into an itchy trickle: Their hearts burn with the earth’s nurturing zest That touches with stone-cool, tender gloves All life, that holds slime-things dear as flowers. Come watch her lungs melt in a man-set flame, Her dwindling fingers drown in their own sea; The snow-flurries, born fierily fickle...
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