The Scream of a Deaf Girl (Short Story)

The wind never talked to me but she used to always tickle my stomach while I’d laugh like a maniac when I was a little kid. Sure, I had never heard her but she was my best friend. I think we both understood each other way better than most people would. They never heard me

The Doomed Hero

Harmachis The name that spells doom Men bowing their heads low To a woman’s whims Forgetting the everlasting fruit Mother Isis promises Upon the cursed tongues Her name appears in times of Despair Harmachis The name that speaks of hell And a deathless punishment From the curves of she, who Neither grieves nor loves, Harmachis