We, Both Imposters
2 min readMar 30, 2021
~ a love poem ~
Ah, so we finally reach anagnorisis!
Skein by filament
Our drama unravels.
I, a celestial soubrette?
You thought
You, a golden intellect
perched close to God’s windowsill?
I believed.
~ a love poem ~
Ah, so we finally reach anagnorisis!
Skein by filament
Our drama unravels.
I, a celestial soubrette?
You thought
You, a golden intellect
perched close to God’s windowsill?
I believed.
Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com