i allowed myself to latch onto the cobwebsat the corners of the room.i felt them, string after string, break from under melike they knew my pain but couldn’t carry it too long.as they came crashing down,i swirled in the monotone verse of the ceiling fanand became its mockingbird.together we composed a tunethat could cast a … Continue reading (Avoiding) Conversations with My Room by Sulayman Saye